No respect for you!, >_< Options

[stephinika]

Hmph. Kk, soo today the weirdest but very irritating thing happened.

I was at my uni (which is attached to a mall) so I was with Larry and another friend (both are Asian and I'm half) and we're walking through the food court. Some little old lady was walking next to us and muttering to herself, and we just tried to ignore it but then we heard what she was saying.
"*mumble mumble* scram...damn Asians...*mumble*" so we turned and said, "Excuse me?" And she goes off on us!
"Damn asians, coming here from bloody China ... *mumble* stay where you came from, coming to our damn country ... *mumble*..Philippines too! *mumble*"
It goes on. Larry responds, "Um, you're being really rude ma'am."
And she just keeps going off so Larry told her to shut her mouth and eff off, haha but she had walked off.

Seriously, I refuse to respect someone if they don't respect me, elderly or not. WTF.

Just my story of the day. Soo, yeah. Have you ever had any thing like that happen to you?

[Reidar]

Yes, I've encountered people of similar sentiments. And this is actually true, from a couple of years ago:

I was stopped inside a convenience store because the owner thought I had stolen a candy bar. All I came in for was a water bottle. He flattered himself if he thought I would put his processed garbage into my body. So, I bring that up to pay and he goes, "Is that all for you?"
"Yes."
He leans closer. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He leans over more and wiggles his eyebrows. "Is that all you'll be buying?"
"Yes."
Exasperated, he finally says, "You took the candy bar. I saw you."
And here I thought he was trying to throw me a corny sales pitch for his stale hot dogs. "Oh, okay. You're right."
"Aha! All you Arabians do is thieve off me [I'm Persian, not Arabian]. So you admit it?"
"That's right. I took the candy bar. King-sized Snickers. That's half of your revenue, old man. And I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling Americans!" He actually looked to be Indian.
He blinks, and demands, "Empty your pockets."
I take out the only object in them, a folded piece of paper that I open up for him on his counter. It's a drawing of a bloody bag of eyeballs tied to floating balloons. I was bored in band practice that day.
He just stares, so I put it back in my pocket and state, "This was a test of your emergency response system. My work here is done." And I left.

What a weak stereotype. Middle Easterners are terrorists, okay. That's on a grand scale. I admit, I am pretty terrifying. I take it as a compliment. But they steal candy bars? Low. Just low.