Thought the folks on lemmy would like this.
Ok… picture it… Tillamook, Oregon. Yes, THAT Tillamook. Tiny town with more cows than people and most people who live there are old and crotchety. When you call the water company in the rural areas around town, a lady just answers, “Hello,” in a cranky voice that sounds like she was doing something way more important when you called her. She hand writes your bill on paper note cards and they don’t accept anything but checks as payment.
Anyway, a couple weeks ago I call and tell her that I need to disconnect the water or put it in the new person’s name.
Her: “It’ll be easier to just put it in the new person’s name. Do you know it?”
Me: [name that sounds like maaaaaaybe it could Asian, but not really]
Her: [name]? Are they Chinese?
Me: I don’t know, but they’re moving over from Hawaii. So I kinda doubt it.
Her: Well, good. Cause you know all them Chinese around here are all a bunch of drug dealers.
Me: Uhhhhhh.
Her: Alright, I got it down. You’ll get one more bill. [click]
I sat there for a minute with my phone in my had, wondering what the fuck I had just heard. I always felt like everyone in that town had a robe and hood in their closet, but they usually kept it pretty low key. In any event, I sure hope that she gets to see the new people and rest assured that they have pretty, white faces.
Fucking boomers. Especially rural, white boomers.
