I am of Italian heritage. Grandparents were from overseas. I worked with a little guinea back in 94 (short...around 10 years older than me). Actually he worked for me as I was his supervisor in a pharmaceutical filter facility I worked in for less than a year until the pharmaceutical plant I had worked in for 15 years called back all they laid off.
But I digress. This little PITA was a union guy backed by union thug shop stewards. He was a child during WW 2 and immigrated with his parents shortly after. A perpetual thorn in my side constantly pushing me with his union crappola. I walked the line with the union and got work done in spite of them. The last straw with this guy was when he came to me and said “I’m gonna call you .....” Fill in the blanks...for the life of me I can’t remember the verbal slight. I then said to him in my best broken English “ ....anda i’ma gonna calla you DONDI”. He shut up and kept it relatively civil after that.
That’s great, ha