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Originally Posted by spanktehbadwookie
Defensive response to stigmatizing claims isn't that incredible.
I don't even think I need to be defensive anymore. I'm kind of taking to being a racist now. And since I guess I am one, I can tell you my best ever slappy story.
My first ever trip to Vegas must have been circa 2004. My friends and I were walking down the strip in June at 3pm like idiot Vegas noobs. It's ****ing hot, whatever amount of Fahrenheit is really hot. 95-100? When you come from up north that's hot. We're melting as we pass O'shea's (is that still there?), and this young fellow with dark skin and dark hair walks over and hands me something that looked like 3-4 cards. Like any polite Canadian I accept his offering. Turns out this was my first ever encounter with a "slappy". We called the Mexican-ish fellows handing out those escort cards "slappies" because they would slap them in their hands to catch your attention. I'm sure we would have called them slappies had they been Swedish or Welsh. Now there's a chance they were Indian-ish and just had a fascination with Latin American culture, but with Nevada's proximity to Mexico I think the leap to "Mexican" wasn't a huge one. By the time I realized I was holding some pretty pornographic material in my hands, 3-4 other slappies, including the head slappy (who had been chilling in the shade) descended on me and were stuffing dozens of cards in my hands (they probably have quotas?). Once I had about 30-40 cards in my hands I started laughing hysterically. Moms with strollers were looking at me like I was some vile pervert just flush with porno cards. My laughing (which included tears at this point) started to make the slappies laugh as hard as I was. Our laughter drew the attention of another (rival?) crew of slappies who came over and handed me twice as many cards. That provoked even more laughter for everyone including the husbands of a lot of angry wives witnessing the inappropriate moment among families. We had so much fun that I mentioned to the slappies that I'd buy them beers or waters on our way back down the strip in an hour. So an hour later we enjoyed some cold ones on the rooftop sportsbar by Oshea's (is that still there?). They gave me a bit of Vegas 101, I used some of my highschool Spanish to their delight, and that was that.
I've never bought 9-10 beers for any white strangers in my life, but noooow I suspect that's because I'm Jewish as opposed to some sort of racism defence.
Last edited by rafiki; 11-12-2017 at 10:45 AM.