No stranger has ever stopped me in the street and called me an egg suckin’ scum bag Jew hatin’ monkey boy scoundrel piece of gutter trash. Because I just don’t give off that kind of vibe. In fact while walking the streets of downtown
“Sir, spare a moment for Black History Month”
“Listen, I should really tell you something…”
“O we know, we’re part of an organization trying to extend Black History Month year round.”
“…To a Black History Year, Black History Anytime, or B.H.S.A.H.A.T?”
“Would you like to contribute a donation of at least two dollars?”
Now the whole time this conversation is going on I’m doing the pocket pat to signal I do not have any disposal change at this time.
“Oh no change?”
“Well, I have change, you have any bills?”
Well I believe persistence should be rewarded so I hand him a five and ask for a two dollars back.
“Thank you sir.”
“We are having get-togethers on Sunday mornings do you think you can come?”
“No, I work Sundays…”
Now I think it is important to remind you this is a true story and the following actually happened.
“Well, where do you live can I come pick you up?”
“Is it far?”
At this point I’m panicking, is this man going to try to rape me? I suppose he could tell that his idea wasn’t appealing to me because I was crouched down in my anti-rape stance.
Is there a point to this story? No it’s just a little anecdote that holds little to no importance.