Have off today so I thought I would take care of a couple of chores; oil change and pick up a package at the post office. Made an early appointment for the oil change as my guy, the human, is usually in early while any niggers that are there often drag their lazy asses in later in the day. Drop the car off, go to the waiting room where there is a big window where the customers can watch the work being done. Well, today wasn't my lucky day. My guy apparently was sick so they called in this Don King look alike to do the oil change. I wasn't happy about it, didn't even know it was happening until this shitbeast shuffled over to my car, looking like he has on an all night drinking spree, and sat in my car!

OMG! Thank God i had a towel on my seat. I do have some serious defunking spray, so I was pretty sure I could purge the powerful stench of nigger from my vehicle. Watching the beast "work" was what one would expect. Look in the engine compartment, get some coffee. look again, another sip. No sense of urgency or purpose whatsoever. Finally, when it was done a simple oil change an HOUR later, it didn't hustle back to the desk it turn in the ticket. No, Don King was "tired" and sat down wiping his greasy forehead and sipping "coffee."

Probably was a little stronger than coffee. The final piece of this sorry story is when the nigger went to get that little sticker that they put on your windshield telling yo when to come back. Did it walk like a human? Nope. The nigger actually DROVE my car across the shop to where the stickers were and slapped one on! Incredible laziness! I complained to the manager who has had our family's business for years; got some money off and a profuse apology. I'm hoping the jig is gone next time. Or, it might be time to find a new place, which bothers me as the shop has been stellar until today.

Now I'm off to the post office to pick up my package. I don't have high hopes as we all know what lurks behind the desk at USPS. Sure enough, people waiting while niggers are lollygagging about. One even thought is more important to stock the packing material rather than wait on customers. The insolence of niggers never ceases to amaze me. After standing for 10 minutes, another sheboon creeps out from the back, complaining about everything, looking slovenly, just a miserable witch.

Starts "helping" customers, which, from my vantage point, seemed to be a very unpleasant encounter. Then, like a beacon in the night, a cheerful, energetic human -- obviously management - comes out, moving with purpose and professionalism, and asks, "May I help you sir?" I hit the post office lottery! Gave him my pickup slip, he acknowledged me and said "he'll be right back." And, damn if he didn't keep his word. Usually, niggers disappear into the backroom and who knows what happens to them before they feel like crawling back out. This guy practically jogged back up front and handed my my package. The difference in human service and nigger interaction is so stark when you get to see it side by side.

Niggers ruin everything.