Well, get your black ass down there...
I keep forgetting to write about this. It was during the time my dog was getting worse and I had my mind on her. But, it has become a running joke so I want to remember the specifics of how it started.
One day about 3 weeks ago an indigent man came into the store. He was obviously drunk. He sat down on the train bench and started talking to the customers. I thought he was going to ask me for money, so I was not in any hurry to ask him how I could help him. After I was done with my customers I finally asked. He said he was looking for amethyst crystals. I explained that we usually have them , didn't at the moment but suggested a store across the street. Then he just started to talk. he said he was now stuck in town becasue his mother had died and he had to come in town for the funeral. I had heard this con before as many people asking for money use it. But, he still didn't ask for any money. He went on about how he had been a school teacher and a nurse. It was obvious he was fairly smart and could possibly have done these things. Still, I doubted it. Just as I was thinking I might have to call the guard over, he said, " You are not going to cal the guard on me are you?" I told him I wouldn't unless he got out of line. So, he kept talking. He must have talked for half an hour as I just kept working and listening. Then, he declared he thought I needed a makeover. He explained that I should not be offended by this as he was a gay black man and gay black men are always rude. He discussed my hair color and the fact that he didn't like my glasses then asked if I had been to the rugged warehouse for clothes. When I said I had not He said, " Well, get you black ass down there!" Then he continued to tell me what colors I should wear and that my hair cut was all wrong. He talked about a few other things and when the guard came to lock the door he finally stumbled out saying he had such a nice time talking to me and I had made his day. he never asked for any money.
Now, I have to admit I am fairly oblivious about people's appearances. I can tell someone later if the person was a man or a woman, but not much else. It just doesn't matter to me, so I don't notice. I concentrate on what a person is like inside so much, that I hardly notice the ourside. I did notice him as he was very different form the usual shopper. But, as a rule I would be a horrible witness to anything that I would have to describe someone's features.
But, in retelling the story everyone finds it humorous he included me as black. I saw it as a freindly comment, I'm sure it was. My friends say it just proves I can relate to almost anyone. I really didn't need any proof of that.
I just think it's funny. So, every once in a while a freind will say to me, " Well, you'd better get you black ass down there!" Just for grins. :)
Something else that has made me laugh lately. One day I was speaking of a guy I used to date. This guy is really yucky ( I mean a really bad guy) For some reason Instead of saying his name I said, " You know when I used to date... ( and I made a horrible face and gagging sounds) Suprisingly, everyone knew who I was talking about. So, from now on, in a very small circle of friends this man no longer has a name. When we need to mention him it is with gagging sounds and ugly facial exporessions.
One day about 3 weeks ago an indigent man came into the store. He was obviously drunk. He sat down on the train bench and started talking to the customers. I thought he was going to ask me for money, so I was not in any hurry to ask him how I could help him. After I was done with my customers I finally asked. He said he was looking for amethyst crystals. I explained that we usually have them , didn't at the moment but suggested a store across the street. Then he just started to talk. he said he was now stuck in town becasue his mother had died and he had to come in town for the funeral. I had heard this con before as many people asking for money use it. But, he still didn't ask for any money. He went on about how he had been a school teacher and a nurse. It was obvious he was fairly smart and could possibly have done these things. Still, I doubted it. Just as I was thinking I might have to call the guard over, he said, " You are not going to cal the guard on me are you?" I told him I wouldn't unless he got out of line. So, he kept talking. He must have talked for half an hour as I just kept working and listening. Then, he declared he thought I needed a makeover. He explained that I should not be offended by this as he was a gay black man and gay black men are always rude. He discussed my hair color and the fact that he didn't like my glasses then asked if I had been to the rugged warehouse for clothes. When I said I had not He said, " Well, get you black ass down there!" Then he continued to tell me what colors I should wear and that my hair cut was all wrong. He talked about a few other things and when the guard came to lock the door he finally stumbled out saying he had such a nice time talking to me and I had made his day. he never asked for any money.
Now, I have to admit I am fairly oblivious about people's appearances. I can tell someone later if the person was a man or a woman, but not much else. It just doesn't matter to me, so I don't notice. I concentrate on what a person is like inside so much, that I hardly notice the ourside. I did notice him as he was very different form the usual shopper. But, as a rule I would be a horrible witness to anything that I would have to describe someone's features.
But, in retelling the story everyone finds it humorous he included me as black. I saw it as a freindly comment, I'm sure it was. My friends say it just proves I can relate to almost anyone. I really didn't need any proof of that.
I just think it's funny. So, every once in a while a freind will say to me, " Well, you'd better get you black ass down there!" Just for grins. :)
Something else that has made me laugh lately. One day I was speaking of a guy I used to date. This guy is really yucky ( I mean a really bad guy) For some reason Instead of saying his name I said, " You know when I used to date... ( and I made a horrible face and gagging sounds) Suprisingly, everyone knew who I was talking about. So, from now on, in a very small circle of friends this man no longer has a name. When we need to mention him it is with gagging sounds and ugly facial exporessions.