I got picked up, chewed up and spat straight back out again at a party on Saturday, and it was such a great dis I thought I'd share it with you.
The scene: Beer garden at a Wandsworth pub
The players: Me and Random English Dude
The set-up: I'm talking to a group of friends when Random English Dude comes sauntering along, stops, gives me the once over and proceeds to deliver the following gem.
RED: Hey! How you doing? So, are you Brazlian or Puerto Rican?
Me: *thoroughly flattered* No actually, I'm South African.
RED: *the predatory glint in his eye turning to one of mild distaste, such as when you step in dog shit* Oh. Oh well, that's too bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're beautiful, but I don't like South Africans. They just don't do it for me. It's just their personalities, you know? But no offense, hey. Enjoy the party.
And off he walked. It was far too funny to be annoying, but wow! I have never been dissed on the basis of my passport before.
