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Well, I was bound to finally have a bad experience with somebody in Portlandia, city of Nice People. I went to the local QFC for some groceries and emerged with two heavy bags, headed out to the car across the street. A fella who looked like an American Indian was outside the doors, astride a bicycle, and he mumbled something at me that I couldn't hear. I glanced at him, then continued toward the crosswalk. He said "excuse me!" in a louder voice, and added something that I still didn't understand, and motioned over his shoulder. I saw that he had a backpack on that had a bunch of flowers sticking up out of the top.
Assuming that he was asking if I wanted to buy some, I shook my head and said "no thanks". As I walked away, he started ranting in a conversational tone, and I heard the words "fucking asshole". I kept walking into the crosswalk and I heard him shout "Fuck you, white boy! Fuck you!" I looked back at him, which apparently was all it took for him to really start in: "Fuck you!! FUCK YOU, WHITE BOY!!
The following post is what sent me over the comedy edge: I laugh every time I read the response: (In bold)