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40 year old mayocel here from Burgerland. Wanted to share another story from my past, see if anyone relate.
I was at a Dunkin Dounts about 10 years ago. It was summer time, and they were selling large iced teas for a dollar, limit two (good deal). So, I went to buy a couple.
When I got in line, there was this foid in front of me. I didn't know her, never seen her before. She was younger than I was, but not dramatically. If I was 30, she was like 24/25. She was a mayofoid, not super fat, but rather plump, and she was nothing special to look at. Low-tier chubby Becky at best, I didn't even care about her. She was just a body in front of me. Now, the cashier was this little Filipino man. He must have been over 50 years old, and he was damn-near midget tier. I'm 5'9, the foid was probably 5'4, this dude was lucky if he was at 5'0 flat. In fact, I think he was standing on a stepping stool to reach the cash register.
Anyway, the foid ordered a drink and some sort of sandwich. She paid the Filipino manlet, he gave her the drink, but she had to wait a moment for her sandwich to be cooked and she sort of moved over to the side of the counter. In the meantime, he turned to me to take my order. I stepped up to the counter, giving the foid a wide berth. Although I wasn't close to her or her drink, she quickly, frantically, wildly grabbed her cup and took several steps further away from me. As if I was about to rape her. As if I'd made some hostile move or threat toward her, even though I was simply standing there - a good distance from her - minding my own business, not even looking at the bitch.
Now, shit like this has happened to me all my life. It's frustrating, but I just wanted to get my iced tea and leave. But what made this situation interesting is that there was a third-party observer this time. And the observer wasn't another foid, or a Chad, or even a normie, it was a >5'0, old, balding Filipino. (And, honestly, as a 5'9 mayo who was 30 at the time, full head of hair, I mogged this 50+ Filipino manlet.) Yet, here I was being treated like a rapist or a leper by some ugly, pudgy mayofoid. (Remember, I'm mayo too, can't play the ethnic card here.)
The Filipino man was in TOTAL SHOCK at what he had just observed. He stared the foid down. I don't think it was even conscious on his part, he went into this holy shit zone and couldn't stop himself from looking at her in disbelief. He didn't look at her in an overtly hostile way, but more of a shock/disgust/what-the-hell? stare, with his mouth slightly ajar. As if to communicate, "What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch? What did this man do to you that you'd act that way when he stepped up to the counter??" And she herself looked back at him with guilt, like a child being caught red-handed stealing from the cookie jar. There was a noticeable awaked silence and stair for a prolonged few seconds between the two of them.
I'm guessing this dude saw me as some average white normie. Since the chick obviously wasn't Stacy-tier, he couldn't believe his eyes when she treated me like total scum. I think it blew his mind. I think it sort of wrecked his world. He could truly empathize with me, he himself probably felt what I was feeling in that moment as he'd probably experienced it himself numerous times. And he saw what she did to me with his own eyes in real-time. And he probably thought, "Shit, even this young, tallish white dude is getting this sort of treatment, what the fuck is wrong with this ugly bitch?" I think he assumed I couldn't possibly experience something like that. After all, I was young and tall compared to him, and I'm not ethnic like him, and the mayofoid wasn't anything special. But she treated me like shit right before his eyes, and he was mesmorized and struggling to process it.
Now, I'm not particularly proud of what happened next, but I didn't want to make a scene. The Filipino manlet took my order. The girl suddenly got all awkwardly fake nicey-nice with me, probably because a third party had condemned her terrible behavior, and that third party was still right in front of us at the register. She asked me to pass her a straw, even though she already had one and there was another straw container bin next to her. I obliged to keep the peace and try to diffuse the awkwardness. She then said to me, in an uncomfortable, fake friendly tone, "Wow...um...I see you really like iced tea." I smiled like a moron and nodded my head and said something like, "Oh, yeah. It's limit two, but I'd buy more if I could, dur-dur-dur."
And I ask myself now, what would I do if this happened today?: It's unrealistic to say stupid shit like "strangle the bitch (in Minecraft)" or whatever. Reality is, I'd still try to keep the peace, but wouldn't be as fake-friendly back. I'd probably ignore her, or step back and let her get her own straw. Because it's not just me vs. the nasty foid. It's a business, a proprietorship. If I escalate things, it would only work to MY disadvantage.
But what do you think? (This simple memory turned into an essay, oh well.)
I was at a Dunkin Dounts about 10 years ago. It was summer time, and they were selling large iced teas for a dollar, limit two (good deal). So, I went to buy a couple.
When I got in line, there was this foid in front of me. I didn't know her, never seen her before. She was younger than I was, but not dramatically. If I was 30, she was like 24/25. She was a mayofoid, not super fat, but rather plump, and she was nothing special to look at. Low-tier chubby Becky at best, I didn't even care about her. She was just a body in front of me. Now, the cashier was this little Filipino man. He must have been over 50 years old, and he was damn-near midget tier. I'm 5'9, the foid was probably 5'4, this dude was lucky if he was at 5'0 flat. In fact, I think he was standing on a stepping stool to reach the cash register.
Anyway, the foid ordered a drink and some sort of sandwich. She paid the Filipino manlet, he gave her the drink, but she had to wait a moment for her sandwich to be cooked and she sort of moved over to the side of the counter. In the meantime, he turned to me to take my order. I stepped up to the counter, giving the foid a wide berth. Although I wasn't close to her or her drink, she quickly, frantically, wildly grabbed her cup and took several steps further away from me. As if I was about to rape her. As if I'd made some hostile move or threat toward her, even though I was simply standing there - a good distance from her - minding my own business, not even looking at the bitch.
Now, shit like this has happened to me all my life. It's frustrating, but I just wanted to get my iced tea and leave. But what made this situation interesting is that there was a third-party observer this time. And the observer wasn't another foid, or a Chad, or even a normie, it was a >5'0, old, balding Filipino. (And, honestly, as a 5'9 mayo who was 30 at the time, full head of hair, I mogged this 50+ Filipino manlet.) Yet, here I was being treated like a rapist or a leper by some ugly, pudgy mayofoid. (Remember, I'm mayo too, can't play the ethnic card here.)
The Filipino man was in TOTAL SHOCK at what he had just observed. He stared the foid down. I don't think it was even conscious on his part, he went into this holy shit zone and couldn't stop himself from looking at her in disbelief. He didn't look at her in an overtly hostile way, but more of a shock/disgust/what-the-hell? stare, with his mouth slightly ajar. As if to communicate, "What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch? What did this man do to you that you'd act that way when he stepped up to the counter??" And she herself looked back at him with guilt, like a child being caught red-handed stealing from the cookie jar. There was a noticeable awaked silence and stair for a prolonged few seconds between the two of them.
I'm guessing this dude saw me as some average white normie. Since the chick obviously wasn't Stacy-tier, he couldn't believe his eyes when she treated me like total scum. I think it blew his mind. I think it sort of wrecked his world. He could truly empathize with me, he himself probably felt what I was feeling in that moment as he'd probably experienced it himself numerous times. And he saw what she did to me with his own eyes in real-time. And he probably thought, "Shit, even this young, tallish white dude is getting this sort of treatment, what the fuck is wrong with this ugly bitch?" I think he assumed I couldn't possibly experience something like that. After all, I was young and tall compared to him, and I'm not ethnic like him, and the mayofoid wasn't anything special. But she treated me like shit right before his eyes, and he was mesmorized and struggling to process it.
Now, I'm not particularly proud of what happened next, but I didn't want to make a scene. The Filipino manlet took my order. The girl suddenly got all awkwardly fake nicey-nice with me, probably because a third party had condemned her terrible behavior, and that third party was still right in front of us at the register. She asked me to pass her a straw, even though she already had one and there was another straw container bin next to her. I obliged to keep the peace and try to diffuse the awkwardness. She then said to me, in an uncomfortable, fake friendly tone, "Wow...um...I see you really like iced tea." I smiled like a moron and nodded my head and said something like, "Oh, yeah. It's limit two, but I'd buy more if I could, dur-dur-dur."
And I ask myself now, what would I do if this happened today?: It's unrealistic to say stupid shit like "strangle the bitch (in Minecraft)" or whatever. Reality is, I'd still try to keep the peace, but wouldn't be as fake-friendly back. I'd probably ignore her, or step back and let her get her own straw. Because it's not just me vs. the nasty foid. It's a business, a proprietorship. If I escalate things, it would only work to MY disadvantage.
But what do you think? (This simple memory turned into an essay, oh well.)
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