I had my van at the shop, and took my bike with me. Cruzn around in the 90F sun, I stopped in DD for the first time in my life to get some shade. The buck nigger behind the register stared at me uncomprehendingly as I said hello. His bubble lips were agape, his eyes red and blurry. He managed to take my order after I repeated myself several times. I was not expecting to get anything remotely close to what I ordered. I sat at a table to wait for my shit, but it was so filthy and sticky I moved to the ONLY clean table in there. At least 10 niggers were on duty, shuffling around like dazed bombing survivors. They eventually gave me my sammitch, but no tea. The only White kid in there helped me out, finally. The floor was covered with trash, the front counter was sticky and had been wiped down by a used diaper (probably). I resolved never to go there again. BONUS: the niggyniggy music was playing, loud, over the intercom. WANG-WANG BANG-BANG BOOM-BOOM AH YEEEEUH NIGGUH SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, etc.