The Queen Of Jerkland

I was in the checkout line with my mother and a family friend, and the three of us were chatting. Our friend is bilingual, and her English has a Spanish accent to it. The woman behind us in line suddenly asked her:

Woman: “Are you from England?”

Friend: “No. Are you from England?”

Woman: “No. I was born in [Nearby Area] and grew up here.”

Friend: “I’m from the Bronx in New York.”

Woman: “If you were from England, I was going to tell you that the queen was really crappy. And I don’t like Charles, either.”

Fortunately, we were called up to the cashier at that time, thus ending the conversation.

All I could think was, “Why? Why go out of your way to say something potentially highly offensive to a total stranger, especially when it’s not even your own country’s politics? Just… WHY?!”