Troy_Bruno
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Okay I finally sat down after work last nite and had a serious heart to heart with Hank my boss. I said what's the deal why you won't let me toss out those gangsta's if they're black, but it's okay if they're brown or if it's some drunk white slosh.
Turns out he goes back further than I thought. He started in raving about floyd patterson.
I said what the hell's that got to do with our conversation about black gang bangers coming in here and all he let's me do is call the cops and surveill them from across the bar. I asked if he's afraid they're packing. He said anybody could be packing, so what's up with that. So I said, Hank, dammit, be square with me one damn time. What the hell are you afraid of here.
He says if I ever saw Floyd Patterson vs. Ingo Bingo. I say I have no idea who the hell is Ingo Bingo. He says' Ingo Bingo. I still don't know what the hell he's talking about. But apparently, there was this guy INgo Bingo who knocked the hell out of Floyd Patterson all over the ring, but Floyd Patterson he keeps getting up, like 20 times or something, till finally Patterson lands one and out goes Ingo Bingo.
He said that's it in a nutshell.
What's in a nutshell I said.
That's when he started in with the black guys have coconut heads thing again. Apparently Ingo Bingo was a white guy so he didn't get up, but Patterson, he's black so he keeps getting up. Don't mess with them, so don't mess with them if you know what's good for you, and he's got this look of complete terror on his face or something, I thought he was gonna crap his pants or something, it was so pathetic.
He says white guys have soft melons. Those are his words not mine. I left pretty disgusted and took tonite off, but I'm supposed to go back tomorrow nite. At leeast I said i would, but now I don't even know anymore.
I don't know, guys, should I quit this old whigger's place or what? I'd have to take a serious pay cut if I do bouncing work elsewhere, but at least it wouldn't be for an old grit with blackophobia on the brain.Edited by: Troy_Bruno
Turns out he goes back further than I thought. He started in raving about floyd patterson.
I said what the hell's that got to do with our conversation about black gang bangers coming in here and all he let's me do is call the cops and surveill them from across the bar. I asked if he's afraid they're packing. He said anybody could be packing, so what's up with that. So I said, Hank, dammit, be square with me one damn time. What the hell are you afraid of here.
He says if I ever saw Floyd Patterson vs. Ingo Bingo. I say I have no idea who the hell is Ingo Bingo. He says' Ingo Bingo. I still don't know what the hell he's talking about. But apparently, there was this guy INgo Bingo who knocked the hell out of Floyd Patterson all over the ring, but Floyd Patterson he keeps getting up, like 20 times or something, till finally Patterson lands one and out goes Ingo Bingo.
He said that's it in a nutshell.
What's in a nutshell I said.
That's when he started in with the black guys have coconut heads thing again. Apparently Ingo Bingo was a white guy so he didn't get up, but Patterson, he's black so he keeps getting up. Don't mess with them, so don't mess with them if you know what's good for you, and he's got this look of complete terror on his face or something, I thought he was gonna crap his pants or something, it was so pathetic.
He says white guys have soft melons. Those are his words not mine. I left pretty disgusted and took tonite off, but I'm supposed to go back tomorrow nite. At leeast I said i would, but now I don't even know anymore.
I don't know, guys, should I quit this old whigger's place or what? I'd have to take a serious pay cut if I do bouncing work elsewhere, but at least it wouldn't be for an old grit with blackophobia on the brain.Edited by: Troy_Bruno