The First Nigger

“6 feet, nigger.” I looked up to see an ogre-esqe white man with a medical mask on.

“What,” I asked. He continued.

“mumble mumble mumble what you are mumble…”

Again I asked, “What?!” I stared into his eyes with what felt like a blazing inferno. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move, just didn’t speak. That’s when I realized he was off his rocker.


The whole way home I recounted the experience and cracked up laughing. I couldn’t help myself. The whole scene was funny. And it happened in a store called Kuhn’s! I was in stitches. Hell, I still am.


While the nice lady was ringing out my items I saw him in the same isle putzing around. I looked at him and shook my head. I don’t know if what I did helped him understand what he did was wrong but it was better than the alternative. Someone else might’ve killed him.