White is the new black...
So, I haven’t written on this thing for awhile, but quite honestly I haven’t had anything interesting to say (not that what I had to say before was all that interesting anyway).
This blog is dedicated to Carrie. If it weren’t for her asking the ingredients that go into hashbrown casserole, I wouldn’t have started craving hashbrown casserole, therefore I would not have gone to the store to buy the ingredients and this event would’ve never happened. (Geez...talk about a run on sentence)
I’m just going down the aisle, staring at the different variety of potatoes (do you know how many different kinds of frozen potatoes there are?!?!?!) and a middle-aged black man walks in front of me. He stopped and turned to me and mumbled something. I wasn’t really paying attention, seeing that I was totally engrossed in my potato selection. Here is our exchange....
Him: mumble, mumble, mumble
Me: "I’m sorry?"
Him: "Are you black or white?"
Him: "I said, ARE YOU BLACK OR WHITE??!?!?"
Him: "Oh, from your coloring you looked black."
What do you say to that?
"Why yes, I AM looking a bit black today. Have a good day!"
Oh, how I hope that I don’t get pulled over tomorrow from all that racial profiling that is going around....