I grew up with the phrase "dumb Polack" spat at me and whispered behind my back,
As did I.
I was young and it made me feel very inferior not knowing any better.
Then one evening as my father sat sipping his peeva he told be a true story about a local "dumb Polack".
The dumb Polock owned a little bar in town that catered to all the local alcoholics.
He and his wife worked their tails off and about lived every awakening hour there serving food and beer. (Very hard workers)
The patrons called the owners of this bar dumb Polocks to their faces only to get a small smile in return.
The dumb Polock let his patrons run a weekly tab. (how dumb)
He also encouraged them to bring in their wild caught fish, venison, mushrooms, ect. to his bar to cook for everyone, free of charge.
Made the patrons feel like big shots showing off their prize catches and sharing.
The bar owners wife cooked it all with lots of salt making the patrons thirsty for more beer.
She became all of their wives as she cooked, cleaned up their messes, listened to their filthy jokes and depressing self pity stories.
His patrons didn't even have to go home after work to their wives for dinner as the salty snacks and food was provided free.
They sat there drinking, eating, and running up their tabs until late in the evening.
Come friday the patrons all brought their paychecks into the bar to have them cashed to pay off their tabs and start over.
The dumb Polock quietly laughed all the way to the bank. (the dumbest fox in the forest)
That dumb Polock as he was called, is now a multi millionaire and owns the largest piece of property in my town.
He has set up all four of his children in businesses in town where many of the patrons children now work for.
Who was the dumb one ?