Was eating at a diner on Main St last night with a colleague from work when a very loud American came and stood right next to the table we were at.
“You’re the reason I can’t find a job!” one of them shouted belligerently, stabbing a finger at me. “You lazy immigrants coming over here and taking jobs away from us!”
I sat there, quietly, rather embarrassed as the gentleman in question continued to berate me for his economic woes.
After a minute or two of this the loud American’s friend came out of the bathroom and started to usher him away not before loud American shouted that my colleague should go back to his own damn country too.
My colleague is, as they say locally, Native American.
Lazy immigrants coming over here and taking jobs apparently.
I am Shcrodinger’s Immigrant.