One of my dad’s brothers loved to tease. My dad told a story of growing up in Western Canada in the 1920s/early 30s and walking home from school across the property of a Ukranian farmer. The Ukranian family had a rather obnoxious child who enjoyed attaching himself to the older kids as they walked home. At any rate, there were a lot of goat droppings on the path as they walked and my uncle tried to convince “Mikey” to pick them up and try the “raisins.”
Fortunately Mikey wasn’t stupid and he didn’t try the road raisins. He did, however, run home to his mom who came out and caught my uncle by the ear to make sure he heard her. My dad could do the accents really well - he really enjoyed telling this one on his little brother.
Anyway, Mrs. *Stovchovik* (I’ve forgotten her real name) grabbed my uncle by the ear and yelled at him in her less-than-perfect English,
“You tell my Mikey eat cheet!”
“You eat cheet! You beeger! You hold more!”
We used to get harassed all the time simply for being female in the Middle East. One time, my sister was on her roller skates when some little twit began to harass her. She had simply had enough. The instant he touched her, she skated right into him, felled him, put her foot on his neck with his skinny little neck between the front and back wheels and let out a barrage that he listened to without even trying once to move. That’s a pretty image in my mind.
That’s pretty funny. LOL