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By Monsieur Connard - 10/09/2022 14:54 - France
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By Monsieur Connard - 10/09/2022 14:54 - France
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Pour le contexte, c'est simple, après une épuisante matinée à faire du shopping, ma petite maman a fait son petit "morning brunch" du mercredi avec des amies, et pendant qu'elle était toute fière de montrer les photos des enfants de mon frère et de son mari, à la table juste à côté, il y a une vielle (que ma mère ne peut pas du tout blairer, genre c'est son Némésis) qui a sorti des grosses remarques pas bien cool.. Au début, ma mère a pris sur elle, mais quand elle a entendu le mot en N, elle s'est levée, elle lui a jeté à travers la tronche sa petite coupe de mimosa et elle lui a mis une petite droite.. Ça s'est terminé avec de la vaisselle cassée, une mise à la porte de l'établissement, des gros noms d'oiseaux de la part des deux gangs et donc un petit séjour au commissariat du coin pour les deux cheffes de gang qui n'arrivaient pas à se calmer.. Ils m'ont appelé pour que je vienne chercher ma mère car elle était toujours en mode super Saiyan. Il n'y aura aucune poursuite ni rien. L'autre vieille raciste a peur que ça s'ébruite. Ma mère a remboursée la vaisselle cassée et s'est excusée auprès de l'établissement. Ce qui est normal. Alors peut-être que je lui trouve des excuses car c'est ma mère et que j'ai trouvé ça drôle. Je clame pourtant assez souvent que la violence c'est débile, et c'est débile. Mais là on touche à ses petits enfants, et surtout en 2022, merde, faut être une pomme à l'eau à la noix pour en être malade de la couleur de peau et/ou religion des gens.. (désolé les choupinets et choupinettes racistes mais c'est la vérité). Ah oui et petite anecdote supplémentaire, pour le côté comique, ma mère est anglaise de naissance et quand elle s'énerve xxl, elle parle un anglais très rapide et troque son petit accent style Oxford pour un accent bien cockney. Et c'est très drôle.. Poutous !