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There is a very small chain grocery store near my neighborhood in which I like to shop to avoid the nigger-fuxated SprawlMart. It does have some nigger customers but not nearly as bad as SprawlMart. It is easy to get into, but the aisles are too small for the huge shopping carts that they provide.

Two of these shopping carts adjacent on any aisle is enough to completely stop the customer flow. And one cart by itself if not properly moved close enough to the shelves on the aisle will prohibit another shopping cart from passing by it.

This is the game that the nigger shoppers in that store LOVE to play. Make whitey waitey. They purposefully keep their shopping carts too close to the middle of the aisle and just stand there staring at the merchandise gleefully making humans stop. Well, this game of theirs for ME just came to a screeching halt. I came up with the perfect passive aggressive way to deal with this.

I went to a second-hand sale last weekend and found one of those sellers that likes to bid on storage units. He had in his merchandise a small metal shopping cart. This shopping cart is at least 33% - 40% smaller than those large Behemoth ones that tend to block the aisles for the paying customers. I bought it for about $10, and just this week I tested it for the first time.

This is what happened: I put the shopping cart in the back of my truck and drove to the store. I unloaded it from the back and pushed it into the front door. Of course there was a nigger buck right there near the door with its shopping cart in the way and I easily slipped right past it. Most of the store customers here were humans but I noticed that it was only the niggers that got in the way. I went toward another aisle, and sure enough there is a sheboon right there with its cart too close to the middle.

It saw me approaching in its peripheral ape-vision (the shelves are not tall) and stopped its fat ass to stare at the merchandise. It did not realize until I came around the corner that I had a smaller shopping cart than it did. I easily zipped right by it with no effort whatsoever without slowing my pace at all, and making sure that I exhibited a proud and cocky swagger. The sheboon's mouth and eyes went pickaninny-wide at this whitey and his new toy.

That shopping cart is EXACTLY the size I need to easily slip past any aisle-blocking baboon that dares step in my path in the store. The cart is the size that if any boon was to put its shopping cart directly dead center in the aisle, I can still move easily past them no matter which side they take with room to spare.

Oh my God, was I having fun!!! I literally was zipping from place to place in that store at my own pace, easily swooping around all nigger obstacles and made it out of there faster than I ever have. My friends, it was almost as if the niggers WERE NOT EVEN THERE.

Several of the human store employees saw what I was doing and remarked what a good idea it was. They were amused by it, and I halfway expected them to take pictures. When the time came for me to check out I moved effortlessly past the last niggers that were lurking at the front, and went to the checkout line with no obstacles of any type. My groceries were rung up, then placed back into my awesome cart.

I then started toward the door, and sure enough there was a baboon family standing there looking at something in their grocery bags. Once again I easily and effortlessly made it right past them and out the front door like they were not even there. My new prized possession toy was loaded in the back of my truck and I promptly drove home happy as a lark.

That was the most glorious shopping trip I have had in many years. I wish I had found that shopping cart years ago. From now on when I go shopping anywhere, that cart comes with me.

I will no longer be forced to run the gauntlet through these stupid nigger obstacle courses that they love to create in our stores. I never would have guessed that something as simple as a small shopping cart from a second hand sale could be such an effective weapon against this everyday TNB nuisance.

Well, our new nigbours are now well and truly ensconced in their new abode. So far, we’ve seen and heard none of the telltale signs of infestation: no litter, no loud bongo music, no flash hoopties parked across our driveway- nothing yet, so we’re keeping our fingers crossed that they’re toeing the line, perhaps because they feel out of place and don’t want to risk upsetting their neighbouring whiteys. We did, however, hear this story from the builder who did some alterations to their house, and if you want something that succinctly sums up the character of the nigger, you couldn’t do much better than this.

This man is a very skillfull, conscientious builder, whom we’ve known since he renovated our place after we bought it, back in 2012. He does a good job, finishes on schedule, charges a fair price, and is a nice guy. We’ve had him back a few times lately for some minor fixes and modifications, and on his last visit, he told us this story. He was still a bit shaken up from the encoonter.

The nigs wanted some quite extensive alterations made to their house, and the cost came to over £30,000. Like any good craftsman, our builder friend made a detailed survey of the house, and produced an exact schedule showing what work needed to be done, the cost, and the time of completion. Payment was to be 50% in advance, and the rest upon completion, as is normal for most building work, I think. The buck paid his deposit, signed the schedule, and work commenced. As it went on, the builder sent regular reports and photos, so that the nigs could see exactly how the work was progressing.

Upon completion, the fambly moved in, and our builder friend went to check that all was OK, and collect the balance of his fee. As you might expect, this is when the trouble started.

First of all, the buck and his sow wife denied all knowledge of having hired the builder or commissioned any work. They denied having made any advance payment, although their was a bank draft in the builder’s account showing exactly when the said payment was made. When the builder pulled out the schedule with the buck’s signature on it, the two of them went immediately into cat 4 chimp out mode: “Ah don’ know who you are- Ah never gave you no authority tuh cum intah mah house- Ah din’ want no buildin’ work done- we don’ owe you nuffin- get outta our house now— etc.”

Our friend could see that he was not going to get anywhere, so he left, with an unpaid debt of over £15,000 hanging on his shoulders.

He now has to go through the long, drawn-out, expensive and difficult procedure of taking the niggers to court to reclaim his money. Of course it will be easy to prove that the debt exists; he has a record of the down payment, and the buck’s name, address and signature on the work schedule. If you’ve ever tried to reclaim money through the UK courts, however, you’ll know that having proof is only a small part of the story. The nigger can delay the process by months or years, just by denying everything until the case eventually comes to court. Then, when judgement is entered against him, there begins the process of actually extracting the money. If he doesn’t have it, that can either be a complete waste of time and more money, or can involve bringing in bailiffs to seize goods or, ultimately, have his house repossessed and sold.

The only bright light ahead is the possibility that the last eventuality may come about- that the nogs have to sell up and move in order to clear the debt.

We moved here, partly to get away from the increasing fuxation in London, where we used to live. We’re both aged 50+, have worked and saved hard to be able to afford this house, and were looking forward to spending the rest of our lives here. We’re not going to be forced out by a bunch of coons, but just knowing that they’re there has cast a blight upon our lives. I’m not normally one for expletives, but in this case, all I can say to sum up is— fucking niggers.