jamesq | Riley Park Hell Funnies, Part 6

Working a Saturday afternoon one summer when an American comes in. He decides to pass some time chatting while someone else fills his camper.

"Can y'all tell me where the Canada Interstate Number 1 is?" He asks.
"Sure", I reply, "The Trans Canada Highway is at the set of lights at the top of the hill. Are you going to Banff?"
"Yeah, I am going to Banff - how'd you know that?"
"It's just the most common question I get. You'll want to turn left at those lights."

We pause a bit as he accepts my wisdom in all things spatial.

"Y'all got a beautiful country up here" he opines.
"Thanks, I like it alot".
Not really listening to me, he continues, "Yeah, I really like how there aren't any coloreds up here."

I choke abit, not sure if I really just heard this guy say what he said.

"You kept them out of your country like we should have done ours. I'm from Baton Rouge and they are all over the place there. You can't shake a stick without hitting one."
"um" I said. He still hasn't really looked at me to see the wide-eyed expression of shock and disbelief on my face.
"This whole trip has been great. Canada is nice and I also got to see the white heartland of America. It's been like a breath of fresh air."
"Your gas is $XXXX sir" I say, relieved that the camper has finished.
"Here you go, thanks for the directions, take care." he says.

And then he left. At no time would an outside observer who had not been eavesdropping think that anything was amiss. He never raised his voice, got angry or swore. He was unfailingly warm and friendly - and he was also completely racist. It was a little spooky.