We live in the country - rural Virginia in a county that has (literally) one stop light in the entire county. So it's rare to have anyone other than invited friends/family appear on your land. Just to set the stage... .
Well, last weekend my wife was over at her friend's place and I am working on a bathroom remodel upstairs. I hear gravel crunching - the "alarm bell" that someone's rolling up our long (1/4 mile) drive. So I get up and take a look out the window and see this blue van coming - a van I do not recognize. So I go downstairs, toward the front door, to see what's up - slipping my "little friend" into my belt for just in case. My "little friend" may be black, but it doesn't like niggers any more than I do.
So anyhow, I open the door to greet the van; I'm thinking it might be someone I know ho got a new vehicle or maybe just someone who's lost... or maybe something else that I need my "little friend" for. The van stops, the doors slide open - and out pop (literally, several at once) a handful of niggers in all sizes, ages and sexes. Turns out de's be Jee-ho' 'vas witness,' dig? I tell them I'm not interested and to get the fuck off my land. They spy the .45 SigSauer at about this time and pile almost as quickly back into the van and split.
It was kind of funny but I think I really need to get a cattle gate...