When Racists Are Scared Of Anything Not Remotely White

I am working late night in the bakery department and, due to the time of day, there is very little stock left.

A middle-aged woman walks past and starts looking at the racks where the bread should be. She turns to her husband who has walked up.

Woman: “I’m sorry, they’re all out of white bread; they’ve only got brown.”

Man: “Well, you know what I’m like with that foreign muck.”

Woman: “You’re right. We’d better leave it.”

They walked off without buying any, completely ignoring me standing there, trying not to crack up.