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At a bus stop, I was nearly beaten for wearing the wrong color shirt. This fella was told to hit someone wearing red and, in an attempt at easing their conscience, kept trying to find a reason to dislike me. Meanwhile, I’m just confused and apparently befriending him over our shared hatred of Russians and security guards and a mutual love of Islam. Unlike the greentext, my guy had the courtesy to at least apologize and explain the situation. Feels like a fever dream and I do not expect a single human being to ever believe me. There is no punchline, just my continued confusion. I still do not know how to feel about this.
I suppose you were the punchline
I wore a red polo to Canadian Tire once. People thought I worked there.
never wear a red shirt to target or a blue shirt to best buy
I always wear a red shirt to Target. Probably because I always wear a red shirt.
do you work at target?
What are you, a cop?
I'm... a journalist for lemmy
befriending him over our shared hatred of Russians
hrmmm
Do you have cousins? Both of us used to, and we were bitter. Given the current state of Russia, I’m still bitter but I can’t speak to their feelings now.