Aaaaaaawkward.
Walked back home with my dad after dinner. Side-by-side, discussing things. I notice out of the corner of my eye that someone's walking in the opposite direction on the same side of the considerably narrow sidewalk, so I hop onto the street to allow him or her to pass us by at a "socially safe" distance without the awkward shuffle occurring when complete strangers meet at a crowded place while going in opposite directions. What can I say, I'm cool like that, I had just been fed a scrumptious meal and was totally immersed in an engaging discussion.
It was a black guy. I'm white, as is my dad.
The way he looked at me told me in no uncertain terms that he misunderstood my intentions. If looks could kill, me and my dad would have evaporated into plasma right then and there. Yikes.
Now I
know it looks like I walked off the sidewalk just to avoid breathing the same air as one of those filthy negro things Hitler warned us Germans about, but that was absolutely not my intention. His skin colour didn't even register. I was fully focussed on the discussion with my genitor and just wanted to make things easy for everyone involved, because I'm a nice guy like that.
Running back and apologizing/clearing up the misunderstanding would have been even worse and plenty more awkward, so we just continued to walk down that friggen road, having acquired a mortal enemy out of kindness.
TL;DR: I made an ass out of myself, have offended a black guy, and his 50 inch cock will probably haunt my dreams for nights to come. Fuck my life. Fuck political correctness and/or kindness. Next time I meet him I'm slamming him into the wall or onto the street to show him I don't differentiate by skin colour. The prick will probably be even more offended though. Fuck. Can't win, no matter what.
