So I wanted to upgrade my cellphone, so I went to the Tmobile booth in the lovely Target Superstore just down the street from my house. I walk around inside for a while and I see these two little kids yelling at each other. At first my thoughts were "how cute, these kids know nothing of disease, famine, or the thinning ozone, yet they still think their problems are important." I strolled over to observe this natural event of surival of the fittest play out. One kid was obviously older and much bigger than the other, so I assumed whatever it was they were fighting over would end up in his hands. It was a book or a cookie or something, I don't remember. Anyway, as the kids yell and scream I start thinking "Where are their parents? These kids making all this noise is tainting my shopping experience. These kids need to learn some limits." Then, honest to god, the smaller kid says "Don't be an indian giver!" My jaw hit the floor. Not only was this a blatant example of how racism is ingrained into kids, but there was a real, live Indian standing right there! The kids stopped yelling for a moment and stared over at him. A single tear fell from the Indian's eyes, and his feathered headdress blew in the wind. Then he quickly ran over and snatched the thing that the kids had been fighting over. He darted out of the store and suffice it to say he got away, considering the security guard is a guy I graduated from high school with who got busted selling coke his first semester of college.
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