tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post4270151707083388463..comments2024-03-28T20:14:57.317+01:00Comments on Orchids and Onions: Cleaning windowsBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-16409953209669259222017-06-13T19:47:54.771+02:002017-06-13T19:47:54.771+02:00I hear you. It seems that those 'amongst their...I hear you. It seems that those 'amongst their own' feel free to say really horrid things. When I was living in LDN, folk would complain about foreigners & I would remind them that I, too, was foreign. 'Oh, but you're different.' Huh. Am I?Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-39797844563155523232017-06-13T17:39:38.676+02:002017-06-13T17:39:38.676+02:00When I was working retail, there was this older ma...When I was working retail, there was this older man who used to come into the store all the time. He was nice enough, and we'd have decent interactions. Then one day he had to interact with a newer manager, and he said something to me about the manager. I was taken aback by the racial slur he used (the manager was from the Middle East). Now, the manager was a jerk, but the slur was... It left a bad taste in my mouth. I remained polite to the man, but I never looked at him the same after that.Liz A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16531953467834426316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-47672888965001712682017-06-11T01:01:39.867+02:002017-06-11T01:01:39.867+02:00At the time there was an influx of cheaply made Ja...At the time there was an influx of cheaply made Japanese consumables - which my father condemned at rubbish. I didn't see the student laugh, but seemed happy to visit with us and work with father. Which is more than I could have managed.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-77132658332724302322017-06-11T00:50:15.313+02:002017-06-11T00:50:15.313+02:00Yeah, I didn't hear any icky stuff at home gro...Yeah, I didn't hear any icky stuff at home growing up either. All the bad stuff was certainly learned on the playground at school!Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-60349154571328367642017-06-11T00:49:17.618+02:002017-06-11T00:49:17.618+02:00I wonder what the 'rubbish' bit referred t...I wonder what the 'rubbish' bit referred to? Did the student laugh, I wonder? Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-60085459880668679322017-06-10T22:44:14.067+02:002017-06-10T22:44:14.067+02:00Thank you Bea. My children never heard anything r...Thank you Bea. My children never heard anything racist in my house and are very open and nice to everyone regardless of race and creed.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-86325105536124974632017-06-10T21:38:21.477+02:002017-06-10T21:38:21.477+02:00Sigh. Some of the things my father said made me s...Sigh. Some of the things my father said made me shudder. He had, for a while, a Japanese student. He really liked that student, and invited him to our home often. However, he also referred to him (publicly) as 'cheap Japanese rubbish'. It was a joke, but I didn't laugh.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-32622859050128169242017-06-10T19:51:31.239+02:002017-06-10T19:51:31.239+02:00I'm all for signs. I fucking hate the spitting...I'm all for signs. I fucking hate the spitting. I wish telling them not to spit would do anything, but I know it wouldn't. I was waiting for the bus the other day & an older Asian woman spit loudly on one of me while a teenaged punk spit on the other. It was too much. Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-73817071577814042342017-06-10T19:48:47.438+02:002017-06-10T19:48:47.438+02:00I know, Donna, but my grandparents never said that...I know, Donna, but my grandparents never said that shit & they were a good 15 to 20 years older than these two. <br /><br />I'd take you out for coffee, by the way. :DBeahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07886227825064266814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-57960473909800250252017-06-10T14:16:31.714+02:002017-06-10T14:16:31.714+02:00Bea, us oldsters usually use the terms we learned ...Bea, us oldsters usually use the terms we learned as youngsters. We repeated what we heard at home. I must admit I still say crippled for the parking spaces - retarded for the developmentally challenged - I don't even know the terms they use now. Our minds can't find the right words many times. You can't take me anywhere.donna bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13507579686738843451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206778360729711890.post-59716691064957660462017-06-10T12:36:44.350+02:002017-06-10T12:36:44.350+02:00I sort of know what she means though. This is why ...I sort of know what she means though. This is why they have to put up signs there saying, 'No Spitting'.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.com