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Fantastic experience this afternoon. A couple of my friends and their baby are moving this week, so the other people in their house threw a barbecue for them. It was cool... beer, nice food, gorgeous weather...
Then a guy turned up (a friend of one of the other people in the house). And as he went to (as you do) get some barbecue food, the guy who'd barbecued it all said, politely but firmly:
"I'd rather not, actually. No. Really. I'd rather not. Because you're a fucking Nazi. I've met you once before, and you were wearing an SS armband and a T-shirt saying 'NF Skins'. So I don't really want you in my house or garden." (or words to that effect). The guy left.
The guy who'd kicked him out then turned to the guy whose friend he was (at which point I was thinking "well, that was fucking cool, but I think some kind of really awkward social situation is in the offing, and not knowing either of these people, I should probably be leaving about now") and said "sorry, I didn't want to make a scene, but there's some lines I'm just not gonna cross". To which the Nazi's friend guy (who, I feel I should point out, was a very, very lovely man) replied "I've tried to tell him not to be such a prick... I think more people should give him shit about it [I'm paraphrasing here] or he'll never learn."
Thus- awkward social situation avoided. Nazi ejected.
It was all very civilised. I think maybe I'm getting old... (joke. it was a lovely day.) |
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