I'm 22 and my Fiance is turning 24...and this story of mine is classic...
I babysit a lot for my half-sister's family. In total I have about 8 nephews and 11 nieces. Well I was out with Tatiana (8 years old), Arkady (10), Eddie (9 1/2), Genevieve (7 1/2), Manny (5) and Arlo (4) at a local gathering where they were having fun stuff for kids on the school holidays [being paid $25 per child and $25 per hour of babysitting, I did this very willingly].
Now, I notice that I'm being watched halfway through this one ride where Arkady, Eddie, Manny and Arlo are. I notice that after about five minutes, people are whispering behind me. I'm not one to give a flying faerie uni's wings where of what people talk about, but folks were staring and pointing in my general direction.
Now for the fun bit...
This one guy grabs me from behind, whips me around and spits on my shirt, saying "All Asians are filthy <insert derogatory term here>!"
I'm like "Okay...wha-at? What did I do?"
The guy then gives me a long-standing lecture about how many kids is enough for a single TEENAGED Mother and that again, all Asians are ******! I'm calmly standing there amongst a crowd of about 45 people and rising as this guy continues to chew me out. By now Arkady, Manny, Arlo and Eddie are off the ride and by mine, Tatiana's and Genevieve's sides. I let this guy get it all out, which takes a good 20 minutes, TOPS.
He pauses to catch his breath...and I let rip on his tail-end.
I tell him I'm a respectable, TAKEN girl of 22 years old, and happily
engaged to be married in 2006. I'm also the AUNTIE of these six kids and that his berating and foul language has not only taught these kids that all males have brains the size of microscopic peas, but taught that the rest of the crowd watching has nothing better to do with their time than get off on some poor girl, an AUNTIE to four nephews and two nieces, gets blasted for
no good reason other than to prove that the majority of Australians are all racist morons.
I usher the kids ahead of me, grab the guy's pants and dump what's left of the large coke I got for the girls down the front of them. I tell him the next bloody time he tries to chew out someone for
babysitting, he
ASK the girl if the kids are really hers to begin with before making a total smurf of himself in front of a crowd. I get the kids to the main gate completely ticked off and am then asked to procure ID because, to the security guards (who saw me enter and asked for NO ID because I paid for an adult ticket) I look like a 14 year old.
Not my best of days, I can tell you
I took the kids home and had them watch some of my Sonic X DVDs 'til their folks came home. I've never been back to that place -since- that incident, either.
Nowadays, I get mistaken for James's (my Fiance's) MOTHER. Some people are an infernal nuisance because they see only the height and hear only the deepness of my voice and make assumptions instantly that I'm my Fiance's Mom. For the record, Judy and I look nothing alike - she's white and has strawberry blonde hair, I'm Australasian and have Raven-Black hair.
Some Australians really need to be used for target practice...