Today I was at the store, buying Easter goodies for my kids. I started to go down an aisle where one of the employees was stocking the shelves, just at the same time as an old coot. I waited for him to go, and he said, "No you go ahead, I'm waiting for him to get out of my way...I mean her." (Referring to the male employee who looked as normal as could be save for a pierced eyebrow.) Then he said, and I kid you not, "We used to shoot things like that in Vietnam."
WTF???
I was so absolutely stunned, it took a couple of minutes for the weight of what he'd said to sink in. Probably a good thing, because when it did sink in, I had a nasty fury going on.
I should know to expect comments like that, especially living where I live, but it doesn't make it any easier to hear. The fury moved on to sadness, and I was thankful that my kids weren't with me to hear such dickheaded idiocy.
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