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PISSED OFF!
Jul. 20th, 2005 03:42 pm
I'm pissed as hell right now. I just had a man, approximately 25, come to my door. He was black. I mention his race not because it mattered to me, but because it seemed to matter so much to him!
Doorbell rings, I open it. There the man stands, casually, but nicely dressed. Strangely though, he had a towel slung over his shoulder much as a waiter might. He introduced himself, wiped his hand on the towel and then stuck it out to shake my hand. (the *weird!* bells started going off right away)
He told me was trying to earn points that would be translated into money for "inner-city kids." Then he asked me, "You know what the inner city is like? It's not like this." We do live in suburbia, I admit, but the community we live in is for people that do not make more than a certain amount of money. I started to get pissed that he was making an assumption as to the lives of the people here.
Then he started trying to talk to me, and I cut him off asking what he was selling. And he says, "Well, it ain't guns or drugs, that's fersure!" ... THE HELL???!!
So he pulls out this list of mags he's selling subscriptions too. I say we're not interested and he responds, "I'm sure you need another magazine subscription like I need a tan."
That's when I got really fucking pissed. He's sitting there doing the Massah routine to me, not because he thinks of himself that way, but that's how he thinks OF ME! That I would respond to him putting himself down and clowning on himself by buying something from him. I'm gonna help the "boy" outta the ghetto 'cause he "knows his place!"
OMFG! I'M SO ANGRY!!!!
Doorbell rings, I open it. There the man stands, casually, but nicely dressed. Strangely though, he had a towel slung over his shoulder much as a waiter might. He introduced himself, wiped his hand on the towel and then stuck it out to shake my hand. (the *weird!* bells started going off right away)
He told me was trying to earn points that would be translated into money for "inner-city kids." Then he asked me, "You know what the inner city is like? It's not like this." We do live in suburbia, I admit, but the community we live in is for people that do not make more than a certain amount of money. I started to get pissed that he was making an assumption as to the lives of the people here.
Then he started trying to talk to me, and I cut him off asking what he was selling. And he says, "Well, it ain't guns or drugs, that's fersure!" ... THE HELL???!!
So he pulls out this list of mags he's selling subscriptions too. I say we're not interested and he responds, "I'm sure you need another magazine subscription like I need a tan."
That's when I got really fucking pissed. He's sitting there doing the Massah routine to me, not because he thinks of himself that way, but that's how he thinks OF ME! That I would respond to him putting himself down and clowning on himself by buying something from him. I'm gonna help the "boy" outta the ghetto 'cause he "knows his place!"
OMFG! I'M SO ANGRY!!!!
