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Done both and seen it all. Try up around the foot hills north east of Sacramento about an hour. Say, Marysville, Yuba City, Oroville and those areas. When the dependents get their checks they come rolling in from the hills doing exactly what you mentioned. I worked Circle K at various locations and you learn that each ethnic group has their own mannerisms for stealing. Whites come in three types. The sneak thief that's terrified of getting caught and just wants a snack they can't pay for. Mostly homeless kids during their first year on the streets. Then, the angry young white guy who wants to steal a six pack of beer. Something happened, he's totally angry but if you step out of his way and stand back, he won't say a word. Just run out the door with that killer look. And the white guy who furtively glances around. He's all by himself and he's checking to see who's watching. He's hoping to get what he wants without getting caught.

Then the Latinos. They will be friendly to set your mind at ease and then all of them will grab a case of beer, casually saunter up to the register and then run out the door laughing. If they get rounded up by police, they kind of just accept they are going to be seeing a judge and spend some time in jail. They don't plan well and we caught four of them because they went straight home and cops just went to their address based on their license plate. They were drinking the store's beer when cops came knocking on the door. "Who could that be?" must have been what they were thinking.

Blacks, they steal anything. If you challenge them they get angry and threaten you. They insist on their right to buy beer underage. Their usual go to response when you refuse to cooperate with them is to get angry, raise their voice and make threats. Almost always the angry threats and shouting.

BTW, the lone white bandit type, is very rare and they are deliberately close mouthed and try to be quick if they are going to do a beer run. Their goal is surprise, shock and awe and hurry up and run away with their loot. They really don't want confrontation. I got the sense that the two times it was a lone white guy it wasn't so much about stealing beer as some angry response to something that had happened else where.

Then there's high school chicks. They will steal cigarettes hold them proudly aloft and announce what they are stealing, like it's a came of capture the flag. It's so comical I often didn't even bother calling the police. Over a pack of cigs? I'm going to waste police response on some teenaged brat?

My standard approach was to just call in a report to police and make a note of it. General description and what got taken and time of incident.

Truly, it was the blacks that annoyed me the most with the angry shouting and threats. Why? It's like I'm the bad guy for telling them, "no, you can't buy beer" or "Put that shit back if you can't pay for it".

And then there was one guy who came in for beer but his ID said he was a few days away from being of age. I checked his ID, told him thank you as I handed it calmly back to him and took the beer off the counter. "Come back when it's your birthday" He was shocked. Like, who knew I could actually do the math. So he comes back an hour later and tries again. Once more I politely check his ID, hand it back while saying "Thank you!" most politely and take the beer off the counter. "You're still not old enough!". He tried three times in one night before finally giving up. Poor kid.

Done both and seen it all. Try up around the foot hills north east of Sacramento about an hour. Say, Marysville, Yuba City, Oroville and those areas. When the dependents get their checks they come rolling in from the hills doing exactly what you mentioned. I worked Circle K at various locations and you learn that each ethnic group has their own mannerisms for stealing. Whites come in three types. The sneak thief that's terrified of getting caught and just wants a snack they can't pay for. Mostly homeless kids during their first year on the streets. Then, the angry young white guy who wants to steal a six pack of beer. Something happened, he's totally angry but if you step out of his way and stand back, he won't say a word. Just run out the door with that killer look. And the white guy who furtively glances around. He's all by himself and he's checking to see who's watching. He's hoping to get what he wants without getting caught. Then the Latinos. They will be friendly to set your mind at ease and then all of them will grab a case of beer, casually saunter up to the register and then run out the door laughing. If they get rounded up by police, they kind of just accept they are going to be seeing a judge and spend some time in jail. They don't plan well and we caught four of them because they went straight home and cops just went to their address based on their license plate. They were drinking the store's beer when cops came knocking on the door. "Who could that be?" must have been what they were thinking. Blacks, they steal anything. If you challenge them they get angry and threaten you. They insist on their right to buy beer underage. Their usual go to response when you refuse to cooperate with them is to get angry, raise their voice and make threats. Almost always the angry threats and shouting. BTW, the lone white bandit type, is very rare and they are deliberately close mouthed and try to be quick if they are going to do a beer run. Their goal is surprise, shock and awe and hurry up and run away with their loot. They really don't want confrontation. I got the sense that the two times it was a lone white guy it wasn't so much about stealing beer as some angry response to something that had happened else where. Then there's high school chicks. They will steal cigarettes hold them proudly aloft and announce what they are stealing, like it's a came of capture the flag. It's so comical I often didn't even bother calling the police. Over a pack of cigs? I'm going to waste police response on some teenaged brat? My standard approach was to just call in a report to police and make a note of it. General description and what got taken and time of incident. Truly, it was the blacks that annoyed me the most with the angry shouting and threats. Why? It's like I'm the bad guy for telling them, "no, you can't buy beer" or "Put that shit back if you can't pay for it". And then there was one guy who came in for beer but his ID said he was a few days away from being of age. I checked his ID, told him thank you as I handed it calmly back to him and took the beer off the counter. "Come back when it's your birthday" He was shocked. Like, who knew I could actually do the math. So he comes back an hour later and tries again. Once more I politely check his ID, hand it back while saying "Thank you!" most politely and take the beer off the counter. "You're still not old enough!". He tried three times in one night before finally giving up. Poor kid.

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Nigs get angry over anything. I told a nig not to steal a bike when I caught him testing the lock and he got all indignant- "What, you think that I'm BLACK I'm stealing this here bike??" He yelled like I would be embarrassed. No nigger, I told you to stop stealing because I caught you trying to fucking steal.

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Yep. The go to reaction to any encounter is outrage, anger, trying to flip the script and get it twisted and being all offended.

My all time best comeback to this:

So, back around 1990 I went into a local Pizza Parlor I frequented because I really liked the owner who was always very gracious and friendly. Even his wife was very nice to me and all the employees. I always felt very welcome there. I'd eat a personal pizza with a soda and maybe a salad at least two or three times a week. Back then they had these video game tables. So, I had finished my meal and had a nice stack of quarters to spend on playing the video game. I'm super engrossed in the game and just kind of tune out of my surroundings to focus on the game. Oh, I'm aware of people around me which at that moment is one well dressed black lady with a couple of small boys with her. The two boys kind of wandered over to watch me play and while I know they are there, I just keep my focus on this game. But out of the corner of my eye I see this little brown hand reach for my stack of quarters. Instantly I cup my hands over my quarters and tell the kid , "No, no, those are my quarters. If you want to play you have to get your own quarters.". Am I saying anything racist or wrong? I'd tell my own nephews the same thing. Or they could just ask nicely to play with some of my quarters but under no circumstances is it ever ok to just take without asking. I think we have a word for that in English.

Anyway, the kid withdraws and I again focus on my game. Then suddenly, a large black hand slashes right by my face and scatters my stack of quarters all over the dining hall. Instantly I stop and jump up from the table. I'm totally surprised and don't get what just happened. I see my quarters still rolling around the dining hall and turn to confront the crazy mother of these little urchins.

I really don't remember what I said at that point other than to protest what she just did. She starts screaming they don't need my quarters, they have all the money they would ever need, blah blah and how dare I talk to her kids that way. Now I'm really fucking angry. She then says, they have so much money they could buy me twice over. Me: "No, you could never buy me because I've never been for sale". At the moment that popped out of my mouth I thought it was perfectly reasonable statement and never really thought over how that would sound to her. An oblique reference to black slavery. LOL. She then went on a rampage screaming at me that I'm a white dog, blah blah. I'm thinking this well dressed black woman grew up in a violent male society. I demanded she pick up my quarters. "Pick them up" I angrily demanded a couple times then being really angry at her verbal abuse I advance toward her still demanding. She starts screaming like I'm about to kill her. The cashier/server starts trying to tell me off until I point out what the woman did and point to my quarters all over the dining hall. She backs down a bit but acts confused as to what to do.

Meanwhile the black woman is backed up against the wall still screaming. I suddenly realize what she thought about me saying "I've never been for sale" and how she's terrified she's about to get a real beat down in front of her kids because I'm betting with her mouth she's used to it.

At this point I realize I've won some sort of confrontation and I'm no longer in a mood to play games. I bust out laughing and the screaming woman looks very confused as now I'm laughing my ass off at her. She stops screaming and I go round up my quarters. I tell the cashier I'm done for the day and have other things to do as I leave. I think I even apologized for the uproar. I return the next day to explain things to the owner who is totally understanding. He's not even mad at me and I have no idea what the cashier told him nor do I care.

Black people often think that throwing tantrums at white people will predictably end with white people being ashamed and cowed but every once in a while they meet up with some bloke who just doesn't give a fuck.

Yep. The go to reaction to any encounter is outrage, anger, trying to flip the script and get it twisted and being all offended. My all time best comeback to this: So, back around 1990 I went into a local Pizza Parlor I frequented because I really liked the owner who was always very gracious and friendly. Even his wife was very nice to me and all the employees. I always felt very welcome there. I'd eat a personal pizza with a soda and maybe a salad at least two or three times a week. Back then they had these video game tables. So, I had finished my meal and had a nice stack of quarters to spend on playing the video game. I'm super engrossed in the game and just kind of tune out of my surroundings to focus on the game. Oh, I'm aware of people around me which at that moment is one well dressed black lady with a couple of small boys with her. The two boys kind of wandered over to watch me play and while I know they are there, I just keep my focus on this game. But out of the corner of my eye I see this little brown hand reach for my stack of quarters. Instantly I cup my hands over my quarters and tell the kid , "No, no, those are my quarters. If you want to play you have to get your own quarters.". Am I saying anything racist or wrong? I'd tell my own nephews the same thing. Or they could just ask nicely to play with some of my quarters but under no circumstances is it ever ok to just take without asking. I think we have a word for that in English. Anyway, the kid withdraws and I again focus on my game. Then suddenly, a large black hand slashes right by my face and scatters my stack of quarters all over the dining hall. Instantly I stop and jump up from the table. I'm totally surprised and don't get what just happened. I see my quarters still rolling around the dining hall and turn to confront the crazy mother of these little urchins. I really don't remember what I said at that point other than to protest what she just did. She starts screaming they don't need my quarters, they have all the money they would ever need, blah blah and how dare I talk to her kids that way. Now I'm really fucking angry. She then says, they have so much money they could buy me twice over. Me: "No, you could never buy me because I've never been for sale". At the moment that popped out of my mouth I thought it was perfectly reasonable statement and never really thought over how that would sound to her. An oblique reference to black slavery. LOL. She then went on a rampage screaming at me that I'm a white dog, blah blah. I'm thinking this well dressed black woman grew up in a violent male society. I demanded she pick up my quarters. "Pick them up" I angrily demanded a couple times then being really angry at her verbal abuse I advance toward her still demanding. She starts screaming like I'm about to kill her. The cashier/server starts trying to tell me off until I point out what the woman did and point to my quarters all over the dining hall. She backs down a bit but acts confused as to what to do. Meanwhile the black woman is backed up against the wall still screaming. I suddenly realize what she thought about me saying "I've never been for sale" and how she's terrified she's about to get a real beat down in front of her kids because I'm betting with her mouth she's used to it. At this point I realize I've won some sort of confrontation and I'm no longer in a mood to play games. I bust out laughing and the screaming woman looks very confused as now I'm laughing my ass off at her. She stops screaming and I go round up my quarters. I tell the cashier I'm done for the day and have other things to do as I leave. I think I even apologized for the uproar. I return the next day to explain things to the owner who is totally understanding. He's not even mad at me and I have no idea what the cashier told him nor do I care. Black people often think that throwing tantrums at white people will predictably end with white people being ashamed and cowed but every once in a while they meet up with some bloke who just doesn't give a fuck.

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Niggers always play the race card. They’ve been taught by the kikes that it’s a billet proof excuse. Taught they can do no wrong cauze evil whitey did it to you.

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They wrote a song about it! This shit was played over and over and over again in the nigger infested school I went too for middle school.

[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day And I won't front with ya, why? 'Cause it's the 1st of the month And now we smokin', jokin', rollin' blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces, thuggin' Come, come, we've got the blunts and rum From jumpin' all nights we high Hit up the block to where? East 99 I get with my nigga to get me some yayo Double up, "Nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d, fiend for the green leaves" Double up for the first, fo' sho' better lay low 'Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow If you can't get away, better toss that yayo Keep your bankroll Yeah, we havin' a celebration, love to stay high And you better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine, crime after crime Fin to creep to the pad cause moms got grub on the grill And we got the 4-0, you know it's the 1st of the month And, my nigga, we chills for real

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed She said: "I'ma run and go get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" Nigga, that's the mailman Sort through the mail and put it up into me pocket So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub for 40 duckets But ain't no bucket ride that RTA, hop on the 10 to the Clair Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid Playa, playa, holla, holla, St. Clair got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the Glock-Glock for some dollars So, get a bag of dope and a quarter O, oh Most all of my niggas got the same And we gonna roll it all up to smoke Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut so fuck them po-po Toss all that yayo then roll with a pound and stay low Runnin' through the alley and into the mêlée Up on the second the sun down Those run from January November December I'm lovin' the 1st of the month

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[Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta grind, gotta get mine In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9-9 Gotta find them dubs Gonna get a 40, can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner Nigga, you's a goner: St. Clair niggas don't like that And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money Come back, nigga, get pap pap From the 1st to the 15th Niggas smoke plenty weed but I gotta save, gotta come up Put my rocks on the cut When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh Time to roll to the pad, count up my profits and add it to the stash Gotta watch my back, see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool But never no shorts or no losses Dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me See, gotta search the whole block Spend a couple of bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Layzie Bone & Krayzie Bone] Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed, up early mornin', stretchin', I'm yawnin' Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a 5th to the dome Instead I kick it with my trues But it's the 1st, so I'm gettin' me hustle on Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? Sure, put me down! I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo brother, let's get drunk!) And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of the skunk Nigga T just put me down Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around Now I be freakin' me Black n Mild Headed cross town cause niggas, the 1st get celebrated Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded Lookin' all wild 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided We heavy off into this game True to the 1st, just call me that pro slang Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's The 1st be the day for the dopeman Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs 'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes Come, come with-a ease I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff Get live with the Bone Thugs Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift, on the 1st

[Chorus]

They wrote a song about it! This shit was played over and over and over again in the nigger infested school I went too for middle school. >[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up >[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day And I won't front with ya, why? 'Cause it's the 1st of the month And now we smokin', jokin', rollin' blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces, thuggin' Come, come, we've got the blunts and rum From jumpin' all nights we high Hit up the block to where? East 99 I get with my nigga to get me some yayo Double up, "Nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d, fiend for the green leaves" Double up for the first, fo' sho' better lay low 'Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow If you can't get away, better toss that yayo Keep your bankroll Yeah, we havin' a celebration, love to stay high And you better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine, crime after crime Fin to creep to the pad cause moms got grub on the grill And we got the 4-0, you know it's the 1st of the month And, my nigga, we chills for real >[Chorus] >[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed She said: "I'ma run and go get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" Nigga, that's the mailman Sort through the mail and put it up into me pocket So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub for 40 duckets But ain't no bucket ride that RTA, hop on the 10 to the Clair Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid Playa, playa, holla, holla, St. Clair got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the Glock-Glock for some dollars So, get a bag of dope and a quarter O, oh Most all of my niggas got the same And we gonna roll it all up to smoke Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut so fuck them po-po Toss all that yayo then roll with a pound and stay low Runnin' through the alley and into the mêlée Up on the second the sun down Those run from January November December I'm lovin' the 1st of the month >[Chorus] >[Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta grind, gotta get mine In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9-9 Gotta find them dubs Gonna get a 40, can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner Nigga, you's a goner: St. Clair niggas don't like that And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money Come back, nigga, get pap pap From the 1st to the 15th Niggas smoke plenty weed but I gotta save, gotta come up Put my rocks on the cut When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh Time to roll to the pad, count up my profits and add it to the stash Gotta watch my back, see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool But never no shorts or no losses Dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me See, gotta search the whole block Spend a couple of bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st >[Chorus] >[Verse 4: Layzie Bone & Krayzie Bone] Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed, up early mornin', stretchin', I'm yawnin' Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a 5th to the dome Instead I kick it with my trues But it's the 1st, so I'm gettin' me hustle on Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? Sure, put me down! I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo brother, let's get drunk!) And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of the skunk Nigga T just put me down Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around Now I be freakin' me Black n Mild Headed cross town cause niggas, the 1st get celebrated Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded Lookin' all wild 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided We heavy off into this game True to the 1st, just call me that pro slang Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's The 1st be the day for the dopeman Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs 'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes Come, come with-a ease I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff Get live with the Bone Thugs Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift, on the 1st >[Chorus]

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I worked at a gas station for nine years that was close to a low and no income neighborhood. It is a diversely college city area, and seen most stories shared first hand. It's a mind bending eye opener on how they choose to live and behave this way. You can't fix what they don't want fixed.

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Fire. Fix with fire.

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I had forgotten about Wal-Mart. Probably hysterical amnesia.

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1st and 15th?

I know a guy working retail, they disburse either weekly or bi-weekly now in a rolling sort of way so that all the grocery stores aren't slammed on the first few days in a month. Now they are just sorta constantly busy with NPCs and nogs. Used to be safe grocery shopping at the last week of the month.

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I shop at a grocery store close to me. I’m in a nigger free area at home. But they travel several miles to shop at my grocery store. Tons of nogs work there too. I’m almost always a minority when I go there. I live in a supposed 28% black city (2010 census). Doesn’t feel like it. They say there are no good stores near them. There is a Meijer close to them but they don’t like it I guess. God I fucking hate niggers.

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when a store goes under or leaves from niggers stealing priduct, they have to go into white neigborhoods for their soy, sugar, and corn syrup addictions

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I'm so used to not being around niggers that I was surprised at hearing a loud commotion in the grocery the other month. I thought somebody was hurt or something. Turns out it was just 3 niggers and 2 negresses checking out.

Usually it's mexicunts I've got to deal with when I go into the city, but they aren't as loud, but to see it in my local store was a bit of a shock. The nogs are being intentionally injected into polite(white) areas.

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good thing these big chain stores are replacing register jobs with self checkout stations and touchscreen ordering

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