Where were you while I was intergrating gas stations in 1965?
I had interesting time at a gas station while I was buying a drink. It started out innocuous enough. I searched for my drink of choice, Fuze Slenderize fruit punch. Next to me in the malt liquor section was a short, older, fat black woman. She asked me how much the Schlitz cost. I said, "$1.99." The woman then asked if I would two of the refreshing 22oz. cans into her cradled arm. Her other hand held two ice filled cups. I obliged. She got in line to pay for her drinks while I grabbed my drink from the cooler. Luck had it that I was in line behind her. When it was her turn she stepped up to the register to pay for her drinks. She asked the cashier, who was also black but from another country, if the ice was free. He informed her that she had to pay for the cups. She was not happy about that answer.
"What is the phone number here? What's the number to your office? I should ice if i need it. You can't make me pay for ice. I'm a traveler. I can get the number myself. I don't need you I can get the number myself. I'm a traveler sir. I was born in the United States of America. Where are you from? I was born here in the United States of America. Where were you? I integrated gas stations in 1965. Where were you sir? This is my cup not your cup. I don't have to pay for this. It's my cup that's your cup sir. Let me get my money so I can pay for my beverages. Ice should be free for travelers," she declared.
I was wandering carbon atoms and water molecules in 1965.
I couldn't decide to laugh at the scene unfolding before me or to feel sorry for the woman. I did both by the end. Was she drunk or mentally troubled? I think mentally troubled. She didn't slur or have poor motor skills. The malt liquor told me she was soon to be drunk. All kinds of people in this world.
On a brighter note I discovered how much fun Jewish weddings are. I highly recommend them. The dancing started so suddenly that Erik and I almost missed the Horah, a traditional Jewish/Israeli dance popular at weddings (the chair dance). The Horah is usually accompanied by Havah Nagilah (it was in Weeding Crashers). The energy was amazing and they kept going all night. I also concluded that bands are way better than DJ's. Of course the band has to be good and the band that played was awesome.
MAZAL TOV!
"What is the phone number here? What's the number to your office? I should ice if i need it. You can't make me pay for ice. I'm a traveler. I can get the number myself. I don't need you I can get the number myself. I'm a traveler sir. I was born in the United States of America. Where are you from? I was born here in the United States of America. Where were you? I integrated gas stations in 1965. Where were you sir? This is my cup not your cup. I don't have to pay for this. It's my cup that's your cup sir. Let me get my money so I can pay for my beverages. Ice should be free for travelers," she declared.
I was wandering carbon atoms and water molecules in 1965.
I couldn't decide to laugh at the scene unfolding before me or to feel sorry for the woman. I did both by the end. Was she drunk or mentally troubled? I think mentally troubled. She didn't slur or have poor motor skills. The malt liquor told me she was soon to be drunk. All kinds of people in this world.
On a brighter note I discovered how much fun Jewish weddings are. I highly recommend them. The dancing started so suddenly that Erik and I almost missed the Horah, a traditional Jewish/Israeli dance popular at weddings (the chair dance). The Horah is usually accompanied by Havah Nagilah (it was in Weeding Crashers). The energy was amazing and they kept going all night. I also concluded that bands are way better than DJ's. Of course the band has to be good and the band that played was awesome.
MAZAL TOV!