"It's them beaners and blacks!"

Two gals come into the shop; they want to look at our extensive sword collection. Both are long-time customers; one is a druggie married to a druggie. The other used to be a stripper; she still ACTS like a stripper, but with her missing teeth and formerly-drug-ravaged body (used to be skeletal but gained it back and then some) she could be the poster child for White Trash. Add in the fact that she prefers to run around barefoot and in a voluminous house dress, hair pulled up in a Scrunchie (greasy hair at that), with no make-up to hide her scarred-from-meth-use skin, no bra holding in her meth-boobs, she's a real sight.

Well, druggie wants a sword because some neighborhood thugs are harassing her ten year old son. These thugs are adults. I suggested that instead of using a (decorative) sword, she should call the police. StripperDruggie emphatically states, "That don't do you no good, they're beaners! You call the cops on beaners and blacks and they don't do nuthin!" Really? Because to believe the news, if you are black, you are racially profiled and stopped more often just BECAUSE of your race. Huh! To think it's really not so? Druggie agrees, saying these are adults picking on her kid just because he's white and they are 'beaners'. Call me crazy, but having that kind of view on other people and using those terms wouldn't really seem to endear you to your neighbors, wouldn't you think? Both ladies went on a tangent about how these 'beaners and blacks' in their neighborhood picked on the ten year old boy and how sick they were of it, and how they were going to cut somebody and teach them a lesson. I gently suggested that taking a (decorative, not functional) sword outside to swing at someone would get them arrested at best; both ladies scoffed and proclaimed, "I'd rather be in jail than have these beaners pickin' on my boy!" Oh-kay. I forgot, you both are on Disability so you won't have a job to lose when you don't show up for it after being arrested. Check off THAT worry. I suggested they get a restraining order on the thugs, to which they protested, 'don't know their names!" I told them you don't have to know their name if you know where they live; the police can get that for you, while they are taking your report of adults threatening a minor. They got this blank stare, both of them....as they contemplated which (decorative, not functional) sword they were going to take home to swing at the thugs who dared threaten their child! I tried to suggest perhaps pepper spray or a stun gun, but they would have nothing less than a Japanese-style sword or big machete (decorative, not one of our functional knives). Then StripperDruggie's husband (also toothless and clueless) came in and piped up about how they's gonna get a gun and pop a cap into one or more thugs who 'stepped on our prop'ty!" Thank GOD they don't have the money to buy a gun. I would really hate to have to sell them one; some people are too stupid to have that kind of responsibility. I know they would not fork over the $300 needed for their concealed carry permit; these hillbillies would probably be dumb enough to put the gun right under the front seat of their truck and drive around with it, and not understand why it would be taken away from them in a traffic stop when a police officer pulled them over for that expired license and tail lights that don't work.