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So I listed a coffee table online for sale, and who shows up to pick it up? A black family consisting of a middle-aged guy, a teen, and a female, who was waiting in the SUV.
As soon as we laid eyes on each other, there was instant tension between us, and my gut was telling me to be wary of these people.
So the two males come upstairs. The kid immediately picks up the glass table top and starts to walk downstairs with it, without saying a word, while the older guy is checking out the base of the table. He looks hesitant, like he wants to pick it up and leave with it without paying. So, I stand in the doorway, getting ready to throw hands if this grimy hoodrat tries to be slick.
Finally, he sizes me up, looks at me like an ape who's met his match, and asks, "how much?" (as if he didn't know).
I say "forty dollars". He hesitantly pulls out a wad of fives and singles from his pocket and slowly hands them to me. Then, he picks up the base of the coffee table and starts to walk down the stairs. I pick up a couple of accessories that came with the coffee table and follow him.
Now we're outside. I ask the older guy, "there's one little piece missing, do you have it?".
At first he says he does, but then he pretends to fumble in his pocket and tells me "it's upstairs".
So, like a dummy, I reflexively say "oh, ok!", and run upstairs to go look for the supposed missing piece (I did this because I didn't want these people coming back to me claiming that I didn't give them all the pieces).
After a couple of minutes of searching with no luck, I run back downstairs and naively yell out, "It's not upstairs! You must have it".
At this point, the grimy nigger is getting into his truck, with his back towards me, totally ignoring me. The lowlife piece of shit had the piece in his pocket all along. He lied to me out of spite because he's a passive-aggressive, racist scumbag who doesn't like white people, especially the ones that don't look like lowlifes, like he does.
Anyway, the baboons finally leave and I'm happy that they took that piece of furniture off my hands. It wasn't until much later that I played the whole scene in my head and realized what a piece of shit that nigger was to cuck me by making me go look for something that he knew he had in his pocket.
I will NEVER do business with nigs again. I did get my money, but it wasn't worth the stress and rage I've been feeling because of this interaction with these glorified apes. Throughout the whole time, they didn't even smile once, or show a hint of pleasantness. Blacks are just miserable people who hate themselves, hate each other, and so, of course, it's no surprise that they're going to hate you.
As soon as we laid eyes on each other, there was instant tension between us, and my gut was telling me to be wary of these people.
So the two males come upstairs. The kid immediately picks up the glass table top and starts to walk downstairs with it, without saying a word, while the older guy is checking out the base of the table. He looks hesitant, like he wants to pick it up and leave with it without paying. So, I stand in the doorway, getting ready to throw hands if this grimy hoodrat tries to be slick.
Finally, he sizes me up, looks at me like an ape who's met his match, and asks, "how much?" (as if he didn't know).
I say "forty dollars". He hesitantly pulls out a wad of fives and singles from his pocket and slowly hands them to me. Then, he picks up the base of the coffee table and starts to walk down the stairs. I pick up a couple of accessories that came with the coffee table and follow him.
Now we're outside. I ask the older guy, "there's one little piece missing, do you have it?".
At first he says he does, but then he pretends to fumble in his pocket and tells me "it's upstairs".
So, like a dummy, I reflexively say "oh, ok!", and run upstairs to go look for the supposed missing piece (I did this because I didn't want these people coming back to me claiming that I didn't give them all the pieces).
After a couple of minutes of searching with no luck, I run back downstairs and naively yell out, "It's not upstairs! You must have it".
At this point, the grimy nigger is getting into his truck, with his back towards me, totally ignoring me. The lowlife piece of shit had the piece in his pocket all along. He lied to me out of spite because he's a passive-aggressive, racist scumbag who doesn't like white people, especially the ones that don't look like lowlifes, like he does.
Anyway, the baboons finally leave and I'm happy that they took that piece of furniture off my hands. It wasn't until much later that I played the whole scene in my head and realized what a piece of shit that nigger was to cuck me by making me go look for something that he knew he had in his pocket.
I will NEVER do business with nigs again. I did get my money, but it wasn't worth the stress and rage I've been feeling because of this interaction with these glorified apes. Throughout the whole time, they didn't even smile once, or show a hint of pleasantness. Blacks are just miserable people who hate themselves, hate each other, and so, of course, it's no surprise that they're going to hate you.
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