An interesting tale from yesterday afternoon...
As I walked toward the bus stop at Marshall and Crouse, I had what those in the business call, "A Senior Moment." For about three or four seconds I completely spaced on whether it was Tuesday or Wednesday. It happens.
A young woman approached. She had long blonde hair, probably a sorority girl, and most likely believes that her "special-ness" is gospel. I immediately apologized for stopping her, then asked if it was indeed Tuesday or Wednesday. The look on her face expressed contempt and disgust while trying to maintain some weird air of toughness.
She then took out her phone and pretended to be searching for the day when she actually was taking my picture a few times. She finally shared that it was Wednesday, I thanked her and was on my way. I could feel her eyes upon me long after we parted.
Just as I reached the bus stop, she passed me on the right with an expression as if she were whistling past the grave yard. I thought nothing of it at the time. She continued across the street and into the smoothie shop. About ten minutes later, a short brunette exited the smoothie shop and walked closely past me on the right. She had an inquisitive smile while staring directly into my eyes. I smiled and then her expression changed to a nice smile.
My takeaways:
1. It's both hard and annoying being the boogie man
2. If you think that all black men are the boogie man, it's because you've made that up!
3. Imagine spending 80 grand to send your child off to university that stupid, misguided, and probably racist?
4. I thought that this new generation was about moving forward?