25 years ago. Fat nigger in line ahead of me rings up $200 grocery bill, mostly junk food. Pays with EBT card. Cashier tells her she owes 5 bucks for the cans of dog food. She walks off the line holding me up. (I had $50 worth of food.) Comes back a minute later with a package of hamburger meat and says take the dog food off her bill. She paid nothing for a cart full of food. I paid cash for my small purchase. Going out to the lot, there she is with hands on her bloated hips waiting for the grocery boy to load her brand new Mercedes SUV with her free food. My 1972 Ford with the bald tires and rebuilt starter was parked nearby. I heard her bitching at the White kid loading her car for not placing the packages properly in her trunk. It was right there and then in that parking lot at Winn Dixie that the nigger-hatred that I carry to this day washed over me. I want to see them all dead.