Someone employed a coon straight off the banana boat
A while back I was working just outside Swindon, Wiltshire, UK. This is about halfway between London and Wales.
The place is the back end of nowhere and the little village I was working in had a pub and a post office which doubled as a local store. In short, there was nothing for miles in every direction apart from a motorway junction.
As I was sitting outside the pub eating my lunch one Sunny afternoon, a delivery truck rolls into the tiny pub car park and out jumps a nigger.
The nigger driver shuffles over to my table and asks in the thickest African accent for directions. 'OK', says I. 'Where are you trying to get to?' 'Eastbourne' says the nigger.
'Eastbourne?! It's about 150 miles to the south east of here. Where did you start from today?' (it is now around 1PM).
'North London' Says the nigger. 'This is my first day on the job and I'm lost. The company gave me this, but I don't know how to use it.' and produces a brand new satnav out the BACK of the truck, still in the box and completely unused. I am not about to try and instruct a nigger in the art of using a satnav, so simple instructions are the order of the day.
'OK then. Go back down the road you just came from, turn left back onto the motorway heading east. When you hit the M25 after about 70 miles, turn south and then after about 20 miles take the M23 southbound and then head for the coast. When you see the sea, turn left and you will be heading towards Eastbourne.
I could see that the nigger was taking none of this in and just nodding its head in agreement with what I was saying.
It thanked me, jumped back into the truck, headed back down the lane in the direction it had just come from and immediately turned right onto the motorway.
I still wonder if it figured out where it went wrong when the road signs started to be in Welsh. :)
