Sainsbury's. A place I may be barred from.
I am in a queue. The queue stretches beyond the first aisle so, like every other shopper, I am hanging slightly back leaving a two foot gap for other shoppers to get by as I queue with our trolley.
A 'full face job' walks up, looks directly at me and steps in front of my trolley in the queue.
"Excuse me" I say.....she ignores me.
"EXCUSE ME" I say a little louder....she ignores me.
"Bloody ignorant" says the female half of the couple behind me in the queue.
"Too true" says the young Asian male of the couple behind them.
I walk around my trolley - the wifey says 'Don't Dinners' a little too late....not that earlier would have made the slightest difference.
I tap the walking guinness bottle on the shoulder and she turns to me with a look of complete and utter disdain.....well...her eyes do anyroad.....
"There is a queue" I explain, "and you can't just push in. The back of the queue is that way"
She looks me up and down and then turns away and remains in place.
"OI! PEEK-A-BOO!! GET YOUR IGNORANT MUZZIE ARSE OUT OF MY PLACE IN THE QUEUE. NOW!!!"
Her eyes look startled.....she clearly understands English. She flounces off in the direction of a security guard and I resume my place behind my trolley.
A clearly muslim pair of ladies at the next check out catch my eye, smile and appear to nod appreciatively
The two couples behind nod appreciatively. The Asian male actually silently applauds.
Several other shoppers of various races smile.
Two seperate guinness bottles without the hoodies glare at me.
This leads me to believe that there are distinct groups of muzzies.
Sensible ones a la the two who smiled and pig ignorant ones who are generally walking guinness bottles.
I neither know nor care.
Live in MY country by all means but, if you do, YOU WILL respect OUR ways or WE WILL treat you like crap.
You invariably get what you deserve.
The security guard, who appeared to be of Somalian type...you know..the slightly largish coconut shaped heads.....came over with a spotty faced teenager who claimed to be a manager.
"We have had a complaint" said spotty
"So?" I responded
He appeared nonplussed.
"About you sir" he continued with an incredibly pompous tone to his voice.
"Oh piss off you little prick...there are about 10 witnesses that I merely put the bitch in her place. You've a problem then sod off and call plod mate"
"That's right" said the shoppeers behind us....and, to my delight, one of the scarved muslim ladies took the trouble to come back through the cash tills and support me verbally.
Spotty and coconut head withdrew with looks of bewilderment.
"I've always wanted to do that" said the white lady shopper immediately behind us.
Perhaps you should love.
I think they need reminding who runs the show in this country....and it sure as hell ain't them!
Laters and let's be careful out there......