Posted On: Saturday - August 8th 2020 2:53PM MST
In Topics:   Humor  Race/Genetics
Thank you all for putting up with the short hiatus, and thanks to those who commented under Monday's post. In general, it was a pretty good trip. One can do some things for cheap now, as Peak Stupidity noted in Road Trip 3 months back, due to some of the temporary silver linings in this Kung Flu Panic-Vest. Other things have just gone up, up, up, at an Inflation rate that is obviously not what those green-eyeshade boys at the BLS have been touting for the last couple of decades. We will, of course, have a post on the latter.
Speaking of additonal posts, yes this trip will produce a number of Curmugeonry-style ones based on the not-so-fine aspects of this family travel experience. This post, however, is not one of those and not even from this particular trip.
On a trip for work a couple of weeks ago, I found out the night before that the hotel was to have their regular buffet breakfast, Kung Flu be damned, and it's some good stuff, let me tell you. (There's no point, is there, since I don't give many details?) OK, I won't say where, but there are grits, sausage, breakfast potatoes, muffins, etc, though no fresh fruit back yet. They do
No problem, but I was in a hurry this particular morning, so I was glad that the other people there, 4 black guys together eating in, were getting the made-to-order omelets or what have you, leaving the other guy to get my stuff. Being in a hurry (not to get to the gist of this story, but that morning, I mean) I didn't take the TSA-proof belt off my good pants and put it on my blue jeans to go downstairs. It's a good thing, but these pants are just a tad too small now, and I was hiking them up every minute or so. No, they didn't hang down half as much as they do on these black guys with their authentic style, as discussed in these pages (see Dress for Egress), but I cannot stand for my clothes not to stay put.
With my tasty breakfast in one hand and the other one pulling my pants up, I passed these 4 young black guys. Now, OK, I see the 4 with that hair with 4 braided things hanging down, and I don't automatically think "businessmen". Stereotypes are real, man. I was a little wary, but, WTF, as I walked by, frustratingly yanking my pants up, I noted to these fellows "hey, I'm gonna be like you guys", and not in a proud BLM fashion, either. Ha, two of the four guys cracked a smile!
OK, maybe on another morning, the manager may have found me with my face in the grits, but no matter all the stupidity and (often legitmate) hate in and around all of us, most people are pretty decent.