While traveling, I have not met many people that I refuse to talk to. I may have an intuitive feeling about a person and so keep a safe distance or keep my eye out for him or her (it’s usually a him). But generally I am interested in most people. Once you pass the obligatory questions of "Where are you from?" and "Where have you been?" people have some pretty interesting stories.
Except THIS guy, an older American man in his late 50’s who had been living outside the States for about 14 years—Thailand, Singapore, places where tobacco is cheap. He and a fellow hosteler, the only other guy that was pretty douchey in the hostel, were discussing why smoking has become so expensive in general. This was the older man’s response, said with such exaggerated sagacity that it belied his absolute bullshit, not to mention some glaring logical fallacies.
“In the States, we have to have someone to hate. We are not allowed to hate the niggers anymore. We can’t say kike anymore. So we hate the smokers.”
I will gladly pay more cigarette taxes to keep THIS guy out of my country.
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