Grocery shopping was getting too good.
Today my cashier was being loudly harassed by the next aisle's cashier and was being told that he doesn't appreciate his job, that some people work a lot harder than he for $5 a day to pick his vegetables (there was an obvious racial component to the hate). It went on, he was being cool-headed like always.
I said to her, "He's a good guy (we chat all the time)." She scowled and said, "No he's not!" She started yelling so I got a bit loud in saying, "Excuse me mam, I'm trying to interact with my cashier (he was trying to ask me how my day was)." She scoffed and stormed off (I'm white too).
I call him Martin (King) since I'm sure he and Eljon have met up there already with mom. I'm coming folks, my time here is so at an end, the content of my character matters not anymore, well to a few.
On a bright note, organic black, rasp, and blueberries (a big part of my new diet) were two for one. They didn't know what hit them.
Today my cashier was being loudly harassed by the next aisle's cashier and was being told that he doesn't appreciate his job, that some people work a lot harder than he for $5 a day to pick his vegetables (there was an obvious racial component to the hate). It went on, he was being cool-headed like always.
I said to her, "He's a good guy (we chat all the time)." She scowled and said, "No he's not!" She started yelling so I got a bit loud in saying, "Excuse me mam, I'm trying to interact with my cashier (he was trying to ask me how my day was)." She scoffed and stormed off (I'm white too).
- So let's see, on the Blue Line train while smiling out the window at a lady with the tiniest dog I'd ever seen, the words were said to me, "Mutha f-in' cracka, you gonna die mutha f-er." It was post-needing a wheelchair. I will never forget those words.
- Every single receptionist (doctor's, eye doc's, GP's, radiologist's...) acts as if I'm an enemy I think because I'm white since they treat those in their race quite the opposite.
- The gang who brutalized me while calling me the three-letter f-word were of another race, but that might have been more about me being fabulous.
- I took the bus once during car repairs, and a guy asking everyone for money said to me, "You're white, you have all the money."
- And now there's racial hate in the checkout line.
I call him Martin (King) since I'm sure he and Eljon have met up there already with mom. I'm coming folks, my time here is so at an end, the content of my character matters not anymore, well to a few.
On a bright note, organic black, rasp, and blueberries (a big part of my new diet) were two for one. They didn't know what hit them.
