Quick back story: while doing some research on my surname (Helton), I found that the first written record of a Helton (also spelled Hilton/Hylton) was a Viking that conquered North England. There is still a Hylton Castle partially standing. Well, being a Viking sounded like more fun than just being a mutt, so I ran w/ it.
Now to today. I have a tshirt w/ a Viking design on it that says "That which does not kill me should run" and a Viking prayer on the back (which isn't important because he never saw the back). Anyway, I walk up to the cash register and he looks at me funny, nods at my shirt and says, "What's that all about? Whatcha got going on w/ that shirt?" I preceded to quickly tell him the whole Viking story as written in the first paragraph. He looks at me funny and says, "well, that's not very appropriate." I answered him w/ "Well no need to worry, we haven't raped or pillaged anyone in a few hundred years so you should feel perfectly safe."
The guy was offended by my Viking tshirt. Good thing I didn't have on one of my Second Amendment ones or his head would have probably exploded. The pussification of the American man is in full stride...
Now to today. I have a tshirt w/ a Viking design on it that says "That which does not kill me should run" and a Viking prayer on the back (which isn't important because he never saw the back). Anyway, I walk up to the cash register and he looks at me funny, nods at my shirt and says, "What's that all about? Whatcha got going on w/ that shirt?" I preceded to quickly tell him the whole Viking story as written in the first paragraph. He looks at me funny and says, "well, that's not very appropriate." I answered him w/ "Well no need to worry, we haven't raped or pillaged anyone in a few hundred years so you should feel perfectly safe."
The guy was offended by my Viking tshirt. Good thing I didn't have on one of my Second Amendment ones or his head would have probably exploded. The pussification of the American man is in full stride...
