Fairy Lady.
Once while out shopping with my dear old mum we went into a shop which was owned by people of Indian ancestry, there was an Indian woman in a saari working the till. After choosing a bag of Pretzel Flipz (a discontinued brand of chocolate covered pretzels really nice btw) I handed them to my mother so that she could pay for them (I was about 5 at the time). Just as my mum handed her cash to the shopkeep i uttered the infamous words...

"Mummy, why is that lady dressed like a fairy?"

Needless to say she never returned but I continue to give the shop my custom to this very day. (Out of guilt probably)

I hear you ask "How is that an example of PC gone mad?" It's not, this is just the best oppertunity I think i'll get to use this anecdote. LOL

Thanks for your time.
(chrisdood Why yes, I am the shizzle, Wed 28 Nov 2007, 23:04, 5 replies)

Good but...
My uncle once pointed out a "black man" to my Nan and said out loud;

"Mum, thats mans dirty- he needs a wash"

And I wont get started on my Great-Grandads idea of calling their cat 'Nigger' and embarassing thing to shout for my great Uncle in the streets of Ordsall in Salford in the 1950-60's!
(purplefairy, Wed 28 Nov 2007, 23:18, closed)

I remember those pretzels.
And you aren't alone. Whilst in Iceland (I was very young) I turned to my Mum who was paying for the shopping, pointed to the mixed race cashier and said "Mummy, why is that lady coffee coloured?"

Thank God, the woman found it hilarious, but my Mum looked like she was about to die from embarrassment!
( Bats, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 10:19, closed)

I loved
those pretzels... sounded weird but tasted great!
(scowners shagged his mum on, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 11:15, closed)

Pretzel power
those pretzels are still for sale in the netherlands.
a new reason to go to amsterdam, now that they don't sell magic mushrooms anymore
(rcn, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 11:28, closed)

I miss Pretzel Flipz :(
I remember some time after they were discontinued, the ice cream man who used to come into my secondary school grounds to flog sweets (can't imagine that's allowed anymore) got hold of a supply of massive bags from god knows where, and for a brief shining moment the Flipz returned to the world. Alas it wasn't to last, and other than a few out-of-date bags discovered in the shop on the bus station, their pretzelly goodness would never be tasted again. Except in the States, where the fat bastards can still buy them.

edit: amsterdam you say? my former uni housemates, being massive stoners, are trying to get me to join them on a trip there - i think you might have just given me a reason to go
(squirrelking has never seen anyone shit like that before, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 11:35, closed)