I'm from where?!

Victoria & Alfred Waterfront, Cape Town, South Africa

Today I was at the gas station.  I live in a State where people pump your gas for you.  I am 100% okay with that.  The female attendant was speaking with another attendant.  This is how the conversation went.

Male Attendant:  My girlfriend is doing an internship in Cape Town and is only paying $35.00 per month for internet access.  

Female Attendant:  Wow that is great.  You would think in a third world country it would be more.

Wait. What?  What did she just say?  Oh no she didn't.  I did the reverse tortoise and my head shot out of my car window and loudly exclaimed:

'Excuse me?  I am from Cape Town and South Africa is far from being a third world country.'

Female Attendant:  *crickets*

Verbal bitch slaps make my day. 

Internet, faceless and bringing out the worst.

Michael S. Williamson / THE WASHINGTON POST

This evening I was reading an article in The Washington Post about Kenneth Roberson.  A young man who graduated top of his class against many odds and now he is struggling to find a job to pay that outstanding amount he needs for college.

Here is the article:

The Washington Post

The comment section is what got to me.  I really shouldn't read them.  People are ugly when they are not face to face. 

All I can say is I hope Kenneth doesn't read the comments.