California, huh. Nope, never been out there. The missus and I went to Florida. We were just amazed at how many guns you could purchase. There it was, plain as I could see. Guns for the taking at the store. Wow, yeah. America.
In the 70s, we went into a store and I wanted to purchase a pair of boots. You know, working man’s boots. I just couldn’t believe I could purchase such a nice pair of boots. We didn’t get those over here at the time. So I walk in and say, let me try that pair on. And a man comes up to me and says, are you trying that pair on for your wife? And I said, EH? What you going on about? And he nods and says, oooh English. And I says, yes, bloody right English. Not Australian or South African, ‘cause you know, they tend to mix the two of them up. So he says, sir, you’re in the ladies section. So I get angry at this point, ‘cause I have a bit of a short temper and say to him, how in the bloody hell should I know, where are the signs? And he points up, so I look up, and there’s a ladies sign above my head. Do you think I look UP to find signs?And he asks my foot size and I said, UK 5, to which he says, well, we don’t make men’s sizes that small. Well, do you want to purchase these? And I look at him, that rightful prat, why would I want these now you’ve insulted me? And I walked out. But those were nice boots.
But see, back in those days we were separated by classes. Maybe we still are, to a certain extent. There was a wall, right there where you’re at now, which separated my lot and the directors. Separate toilets. You name it. Been here 30 years. I’d have to take off my shoes before entering a director’s office and wait for him to speak to me first before I could speak back.
Elitists. And women. They were secretaries or accountants and worked in the pool, no computers back then of course. It’s gotten better, but it’s still the same. There’s no wall here, but there’s still separation.
I can tell people don’t like talking to me. Maybe it’s my face. Boy, I can sure hold a grudge. Maybe that’s the English and Irish in me. The English part doesn’t say anything, but I’ll hold a grudge and the Irish side has a bit of a temper.
Yeah, California, huh. I loved New Orleans. Before Katrina hit. But they are a racist people. I walked in with my friend once and this man said, hey, we don’t serve your kind. And I said, what, English? And he said, no, HIS kind. See, my friend is black. And I turn to my friend and says, Gary, did you know you’re black? And he turns to me and says, wait, REALLY? When did this happen and starts looking at his arm. Well, that man put his gun on the counter and we left at that point. Boy we had a laugh. Yeah, America is alright. Except for those guns and racist people. But this was in the 70s, I bet that’s changed slightly now.
Anywho, have yourself a good night. Voicemail should be fixed.