Friday night, met a racist asshole. Drunk, conceded, but still a dick. When you come to my table and immediately ask "who's the homo throwing the dice" it kinda telegraphs your character. When the (Indian?) next guy threw he seven'ed out quickly as well. Racist asshole made a comment about terrorists wanting/trying to blow us all up. The Asian couple went next, lost; followed by a comment about real Americans. The guy unfortunate enough to call this jerk his friend went next, had a good roll, which got the jerk to say about how in America we cheer when we win. (maybe it was something you said?)
My supervisor stepped in and got him to chill with his comments. I was embarrassed that someone would act like that. It's ugly and petty when it's real, actual, unmistakable racism. As opposed to the STFU, asinine inferences commonly made by folks who'd rather poison the well than defend their positions with an honest debate.
Points to the friend who tried to calm him down by asking him to pick on a little guy this time. Of course, maybe he's tired of having his buddy's back when someone takes offense. Part of me is hoping the jerk speaks his mind to the wrong person--or better yet, the wrong group-and his buddies say 'right behind you' as he sallies forth, alone.
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