When I arrived at my delivery point this morning there was a guy there and naturally I thought he was the one waiting to unload me. I spoke with him and he showed me where to back the truck so the crane could access the load. No problem. Once I got into position I got out to remove the chains and supervise the unloading.
The guy said to me "The nigger will be here in a few minutes to unload you, you aren't in a big hurry are you?". Needless to say I wasn't too impressed with this guy. After about 10 minutes this black guy pulls up, gets out of his car, and starts walking over. The guy I had been talking with shouted over "Hey nigger, you need to lift off this generator right away!". At this point I'm a tad flabbergasted and waiting to see a fight.
The black guy yells back "Gimme a minute, I needs to piss." I'm wondering what the hell I've gotten into at this point. I guess the look on my face when the black guy approached revealed my thoughts because he asked me "You alright this morning? Something wrong?"
Well, I'm not one to be bashfull so I asked him flat out why the other guy called him "Nigger". He said that's his name. What?! That's your name? "Well, not really, it's my nickname, everybody calls me Nigger." I just kind of looked at him. Here's a guy, about 30ish, who goes by the handle "Nigger". I'm stumped.
"Look man," he says, "it's no big deal. I'm a nigger so peoples calls me Nigger."
"That doesn't piss you off?" I asked. "Most black dudes would get pretty radical about that shit."
He laughed "Most of those guys really are niggers and are always looking for a fight. The way I see it, if it's my name how can it hurt me if somebody calls me that?" He had a big grin on his face and I suddenly got it. It made sense to me as strange as it sounds.
Crafty s.o.b.
After he lifted off the generator and signed the paperwork I climbed back into my truck with a "Thanks Nigger." His reply? "Have a nice day white boy" with a big grin on his face.
I may never see the guy again, but I like him. His sense of humor is every bit as twisted as my own.