How Dare you!

3 responses to “How Dare you!

  1. As a teen, I had a contract with the city to mow grass in various lots and in the projects. One of the projects was mostly hispanic, no issues. Another was more of a retirement home, always some nice old person would want to come out and talk forever. And one was down under the hill, full of Canadians. We made sure to hit that one 1st thing Saturday morning when everyone would be hungover and sleeping it off. The common area was always full of trash, beer cans, and watermelon rinds (no lie, every single time). We clean up, mow as fast as possible, and GTFO. Even so, we’d always have someone ease up on us and start with the WTF are you white boys doing here? Are you getting paid? Why ya’ll doing this? How about helping me out, you gotta have some cash? Etc. and so forth. Things weren’t nearly as bad as now, but still kept this white boy on edge every week. Can’t believe we did that, sure as hell wouldn’t let me kids do that now.

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  2. I assume Canadians were all of southern complexion. What gets me is the little dude did not care the white guy was making the neighborhood a better place. What a putz.

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