BNI vs the Burqa Bitches at Marshall’s

Yes, BNI decided to go shoe shopping today. Big mistake. There was a new Marshall’s shoe store in an area of Long Island that is heavily Jewish and Italian. So, off I go.

There I am, for the first time trying on some gorgeous shoes with Frankenstein heels that tower at about 5 – 6-inches above sea level. Not an easy feat for someone who lives in sneakers and riding boots. Barely able to stand in them, let alone walk, I take baby steps, holding on to the shelves to keep from falling over as I head to a mirror to see how they look. Well, they looked pretty awesome, but I’m sure I would break my neck within 5 mintes of wearing them out in the street.

Teetering in the monster heels, I decide to look for some shoes closer to earth, when all of a sudden, I get knocked hard and nearly fall on my ass from something heavy that hit me behind. I look up and see two hags wearing full burqas, staring at me (The only thing I could see was their eyes). Did they say excuse me or apologize for almost knocking me down? NO! Not a word. They looked and walked away.

So I take off the shoes and walk over to them. “Hey, don’t you have anything to say after you bumped into me?” Nothing. “Don’t you speak English,” I ask? One of them says, “Yes.” I say, “In MY country, you apologize when you run into somebody.” Still nothing. Then I say, “Why don’t you terrorist bitches get out of MY country and go back to the Islamic hellhole you crawled out of.” Then the one who spoke English answered, “You’re a racist,” she says. So I say to her, “I’ll give you $100 if you can tell me what race Islam is.” No answer. They turn around and walk away. I follow them, and behind them I say, “We don’t want your kind in this country. Take your filthy burqas and headbags and go worship your paedophile prophet in one of the 57 Islamic sewers pretending to be countries.”

They ignored me, then, quickly left the store.

So I continue to shop, settling on a pair of sandals with human-sized heels and went to the cash register to pay. There was only one cashier until it was my turn and then another one came on duty. She was wearing a bag on her head, not a niqab, a hijab. So I tell the person behind me to go ahead. Then I went to the other cashier who looked normal, and asked her if the store was owned by Muslims? She calls the baghead over, who asks me to repeat the question. I say, Do Muslims own this store? She says, “Muslims? Muslims?” as  if she didn’t know what I was saying. Then I said it the way she would, “Mooselims.” Then she understood and said, “This is Marshalls, Marshall’s owns it.”

I turned around and said, “Thank you, but I changed my mind about the shoes.” And walked out.