one day when i was like 8 on the way home from baseball practice, a group of older special needs people showed up at the burger king we were eating at. one middle aged mentally challenged guy was walking past our booth as we were eating and he stops and the foot of our table and looks at my dad dead in the eye and says "hiiiiiiii". now, i'm utterly at a loss for words. my dad isn't exactly the most politely spoken man in the world and isn't above making fun of people for their shortcomings. i'm half scared, half curious how my dad is going to respond to him. my dad is literally chewing on his whopper when this happens. he puts it down and turns to the guy and with no emotion on his face says "hi" and waves to him. the mentally challenged man was super happy about that and got a little smile and walked away. my dad picks his whopper back up and takes a bite, no emotion, like nothing just happened. he takes a bite and then says to me, "son, you always have to be nice to the retards", and goes back to finish his whopper. he was 100% serious. i don't think i said anything for the next 10 minutes. and that lesson has stuck with me ever since. which is why i'm not going to argue with liberals about gun control.
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