tweakstick
02-02-2022, 08:11 AM
I had to take a trip last week to the local junkyard. Sometimes, there's just no way around it. No big deal and it doesn't cost me to look since I've got my DOD card. It's usually just me and a bunch of Mexicans or at least mostly humans. There's never any monkeyshines and people just want to get what they came for and get out before the sun goes down. No shoplifting to speak of since niggers can't exactly stick a transmission down their baggies and the people there are obviously the type who don't mind doing physical work.
I stopped off at the end of the row of touch screens by the desk to look up and print my target car locations and cross match info.
While leaned over the counter, I noticed someone looming over me despite the open terminals next to me. I glanced back just enough to see that it was a couple of shenigs and I told them that the other terminals were open and that I was going to be a few more minutes researching.
Despite trying my best to ignore them, there were a couple of things that I couldn't help but notice about them. The first was the overly friendly look on the face of the one looming closest to me. Only one word was said - "Haaaaay..." Beside the fact that they were niggers, it was extra off-putting for some other reason that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It seemed almost flirtatious. I gagged in my brain a little but then I just wrote it off.
The only other thing that stood out was the fact that these two had as much business in a salvage yard as I have in an operating room. They carried no tools with them. They were both over dressed in their best ghetto girl gear with two inch nayrullz, open toed shoes, jew-reez, hayruh duze and just a general look of being completely out of place. While I do see the occasional woman there, they're usually the type that look like they could beat most guys in a barfight then laugh with you about it over a beer. These two were NOT those women.
I finished my business at the machine and entered the yard. After a few minutes of looking for cars that the papers said were there but were not (as usual), I heard the same cackling laughter of these two as I rounded the next row. One of them was leaning over a VW sunroof and was tapping on it with a set of car keys. The tapping soon turned harder and harder. Then one of them picked up a camshaft from the ground and said "this looks like it will work." The two of them proceeded to use it to break the sunroof.
By this point, I was thinking that these two should be ejected from the property. This was no different than destroying any other product on a shelf at a store. I debated turning them in but it was about a 20 acre lot and I was at the back and time was not on my side. Besides that, I didn't have my phone on me. I figured I would dime them out at the front if I heard them break it so I kept on looking for my organ donor.
I crossed over to another row and had to come back a couple of minutes later. By this time, I noticed a local Westbank white coon ass inside the same car and now the two niggers were standing around him. I though to myself that this was good for me since they didn't bother me for help, bad for him because they got his. Oh well. Not my problem. I kept on with my hunt.
I found him on another row five minutes later pulling a radiator for himself and I just had to ask.
Me: Were those two girls just trying to break the window on that sunroof or were they trying to get a part?
Him: Yes and no.
Me: What do you mean?
Him: Yeah, they were trying to break the window. I told them that they couldn't get the sun block panel out through the busted sunroof and that it would have to come out thru the bottom, take at least a couple of hours and I had my own shit to deal with. I told them that if I finished my shit, I might help them.
Me: What was the "no" part?
Him: Them wasn't girls. Them was dudes...
Me: Well, that would explain a lot.
They passed me empty handed as I was at the register a few minutes later as the yard was closing the gates. Sure enough, upon a closer adam's apple/wrist bone/shoe size inspection, the guy was right. Not to mention the taped bulge that stood out like a sore thumb.
I had to wonder if the Cajun guy felt like a damn fool for helping them.
I also wondered if he threw up in his mouth as much as I did.
I stopped off at the end of the row of touch screens by the desk to look up and print my target car locations and cross match info.
While leaned over the counter, I noticed someone looming over me despite the open terminals next to me. I glanced back just enough to see that it was a couple of shenigs and I told them that the other terminals were open and that I was going to be a few more minutes researching.
Despite trying my best to ignore them, there were a couple of things that I couldn't help but notice about them. The first was the overly friendly look on the face of the one looming closest to me. Only one word was said - "Haaaaay..." Beside the fact that they were niggers, it was extra off-putting for some other reason that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It seemed almost flirtatious. I gagged in my brain a little but then I just wrote it off.
The only other thing that stood out was the fact that these two had as much business in a salvage yard as I have in an operating room. They carried no tools with them. They were both over dressed in their best ghetto girl gear with two inch nayrullz, open toed shoes, jew-reez, hayruh duze and just a general look of being completely out of place. While I do see the occasional woman there, they're usually the type that look like they could beat most guys in a barfight then laugh with you about it over a beer. These two were NOT those women.
I finished my business at the machine and entered the yard. After a few minutes of looking for cars that the papers said were there but were not (as usual), I heard the same cackling laughter of these two as I rounded the next row. One of them was leaning over a VW sunroof and was tapping on it with a set of car keys. The tapping soon turned harder and harder. Then one of them picked up a camshaft from the ground and said "this looks like it will work." The two of them proceeded to use it to break the sunroof.
By this point, I was thinking that these two should be ejected from the property. This was no different than destroying any other product on a shelf at a store. I debated turning them in but it was about a 20 acre lot and I was at the back and time was not on my side. Besides that, I didn't have my phone on me. I figured I would dime them out at the front if I heard them break it so I kept on looking for my organ donor.
I crossed over to another row and had to come back a couple of minutes later. By this time, I noticed a local Westbank white coon ass inside the same car and now the two niggers were standing around him. I though to myself that this was good for me since they didn't bother me for help, bad for him because they got his. Oh well. Not my problem. I kept on with my hunt.
I found him on another row five minutes later pulling a radiator for himself and I just had to ask.
Me: Were those two girls just trying to break the window on that sunroof or were they trying to get a part?
Him: Yes and no.
Me: What do you mean?
Him: Yeah, they were trying to break the window. I told them that they couldn't get the sun block panel out through the busted sunroof and that it would have to come out thru the bottom, take at least a couple of hours and I had my own shit to deal with. I told them that if I finished my shit, I might help them.
Me: What was the "no" part?
Him: Them wasn't girls. Them was dudes...
Me: Well, that would explain a lot.
They passed me empty handed as I was at the register a few minutes later as the yard was closing the gates. Sure enough, upon a closer adam's apple/wrist bone/shoe size inspection, the guy was right. Not to mention the taped bulge that stood out like a sore thumb.
I had to wonder if the Cajun guy felt like a damn fool for helping them.
I also wondered if he threw up in his mouth as much as I did.