>>941086752
Australians HATE blax. I mean, it's crazy how much they hate blax. And they are LOUD. Now, I'm just as racist as the next chud, but the hyper fixation of their hatred on blax specifically, and so brazenly and openly, makes them impossible to deal with in real life, no matter who you are. Try going to a McDonald's with an Australian coworker at 3am, like I did. This Aussie knuckledragger just spontaneously and without warning starts shouting "GOD DO I HATE SHITSKIN SPEARCHUCKERS" at the top of his fucking lungs in the middle of a story he was telling me about his mom that HAD FUCKALL TO DO WITH BLAX TO BEGIN WITH. Meanwhile, the black gangsters in the booth directly behind him are polishing their unregistered firearms with microfiber cloth, getting ready for the confrontation, which of course means I'm going to get involved by association, and I really don't feel like dying tonight, goddamit, I just wanted chicken nuggies on my break. I put my food in the bag, folded it, and power walked out of there to the van without saying anything to him, while he stammers in that stupid clueless discount-british accent "whuh-whuh- where da hell ya goin, mate? Ya gotta shit dat bad?"
Of course, it was the company van and I couldn't leave without him, so I just have to sit there and hope he makes it out alive and gets in before anything goes down. I'm sitting there in the dark and panicking, trying to figure out what I should do if I hear shit go down in the Mcdonalds. What if he doesn't come out, but the other guys in the booth behind us do and start knocking on the van, trying to get me to open it? What happens if I just drive away right now and leave him there?
Where the hell is he? Why is he still in there? What is going on since I left? What if I just start the engine and be prepared to floor it out of there just in case?
I fumble through my pocket and that's when I realized that he has the keys.
ONE OF THE WORST SITUATIONS IVE EVER BEEN IN IN MY LIFE.
