Jun 13, 2006 00:04
So here's a ponderpot of sorts (metro story):
Well I won't mention the shithole day I had (that included but is not limited to: my friend's fiance in a coma, me being exposed as the fraud I am at my job and my mom undergoing surgery tomorrow).
So I finally get on the metro after waiting 20 minutes because dickheads pushed in front of me until the metro doors closed on them which didn't stop them from going through and pulling more people in with them.
When I get on the next packed, standing room only, metro I see this douchebag sitting on the elderly/handicapped seat with the seat next to him saved for his bag of dinner. Standing room only and this fuckwit won't move his Chinese food so someone else can sit down.
So I put on my walkman to drown out the day until a few stops later this same guy taps me and I turn around like "What the?" and see someone trying to leave at the stop. So I turn and say "I'm sorry" so the lady can pass. Then I just see this guy (who happens to be black although his race doesn't matter, HOWEVER mine does) find the nearest black person near him (which happens to be a woman a little bit older than him probably in her mid-late 40s). I have music on so I don't really hear anything but I see him motioning as if he's upset. So I casually put my music on pause and listen to him say "He's messing with the WRONG man at the WRONG time on the WRONG day. I've been working at the restaurant all day, had to get in at 10am (You bastard, try 7) and then this WHITE BOY with ATTITUDE (which means he has anger towards me because I'm in a suit and he's wearing what all shitheads wear: an I <3 NY hat) won't even let a woman pass".
So of course the woman's going "Mmmm hmmm. Mmmmm hmmm."
Here come's the funny: When we all get to the end of the line where we all get off, he's left to the scraps of his restaurant that he's too rude to move for someone else to sit, to go eat for dinner while this other woman who "feels his pain" walks off with a grayed haired, white executive type! She feels his pain, until it's time to go home where she can live off the very thing they're united against, while he's left to wait tables and hate his life. |
If only he knew I was more on his side than she was. That I'm working more hours than him, hating my job except I would much rather work his and not have this bitterness towards the world.
Racism is a funny thing. Sucks for him.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go spit up blood and pass out for 6 hours so I can go pretend like I know what I'm doing tomorrow.