I don’t know if I’m living in the twilight zone today or what. Within the space of two hours:
- A group of liu mang weenie boys walked by us, commenting in Taiwanese that I’m a scumbag for being with a Taiwanese girl (sz attogah!). I didn’t even notice, but my girlfriend was pissed. Still, she asked me to leave it alone when I started after them. I did. We had to be someplace anyway.
- An old lady in line at the dou jiang stand took the opportunity to chew out my girlfriend for wearing too little, and for being with an attogah. My girlfriend politely told her that it was warm enough for her not to wear a sweater, but left the attogah thing alone–there’s no use in arguing with a racist.
- A middle aged human fart and his wife, thinking I couldn’t understanding them, took the opportunity to comment to one another that my girl was a bit too spicily dressed, and with a foreigner for God’s sake! I let them know that it was a shame that people who don’t have the bodies to wear tight clothing, or the intelligence to accept mixed race couples, find it necessary to express their insecurities in public. They were silent, as per usual. Probably thought I was speaking English.
What exactly are the legal consequences of breaking assorted body parts of a group of racist weenie boys, or alternatively, a middle aged, limp-dicked racist? I wouldn’t dare strike Ah Ma. She’d kick my ass.