ASUPREMENEWYORKTHING

Yeah, living in NYC is glamorous, there is no denying that. But here’s a little secret (shhhh…), the real fun, SERIOUSLY NOW! the real fun is at your local Home Depot.

So get this, I’m not a racist guy…Yes I am, but I’m not blatantly racist though, not in public anyway. I’m walking through Home Depot (at night), looking for a very specific type of tool and this Hispanic guy comes up behind me w/ his other midget (not really midget, they were just much shorter than I was) midget friends and I hear them call me a

!@#$%

- I’m not going to repeat what they said for the sake of keeping my anonymity intact, but just put the racist epitaph that you can be categorized under (e.g. Cracker, Nigger, Goomba, Chink, Jap, Spic, etc.) in place of ‘!@#$%’ in Spanish and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Anyway, so the guy who called me a ‘!@#$%’, in Spanish, walks quickly passing by me and is mimicking how I walk (apparently like I was some sorta ‘!@#$%’ giant I guess!?). Are you following this? What the fuck? He’s not from this country, why the fuck is his ass being racist? I mean, I don’t know what type of Hispanic he was, but for some reason he was holding a Taco-Burrito (combo) in one hand, a Chihuahua in the other and wearing a Pinata on his head while dancing La Gugaracha. That bitch.

I don’t know why the fuck there were so many people there at 10:44 at night. It was Saturday. Oh, did I forget to mention? I’m a loser - 10:44 at a Home Depot on a Saturday Night (shaking my head slowly).

America’s Finest

Home Depot’s staff. His name was Jason :)

Don’t bother me.