When a house across the street from us was for sale, I happened to be outside when a white couple showed up to meet the real estate agent; they got there before the agent, and started yelling questions across the street to me, including "What's this street like?", "Do you like living here?", and (with a slightly dropped volume) "Are there a lot of [pause] black people here?"
Folks, you are in the WRONG neighborhood if that's an issue for you. (They did not buy the house.)
"WE CALL IT LITTLE KENYA! HAPPY KWANZAA!"
I hate that dropped voice "black people" thing. Just because you are pretending to whisper doesn't mean it isn't rascist. My neighbor says things like "I think our other neighbor is a drug dealer because he has a lot of (sotto voce) black people) visiting"
"WE CALL IT LITTLE KENYA! HAPPY KWANZAA!"
I think my eyes bugged out for a second, and then I cheerfully yelled back at full volume, "Oh yes, Northside is very diverse and there are a lot of black families here!" followed by a great big fake fuck-you-you-fucking-racist smile, and then I went inside before I had to endure any more questions.
The bigger the hair, the closer to God.
"Velvet curtains in front, Iron Throne in the back!"
I was thinking of getting my hair cut short again, but now I'm afraid.
Oh, oh, oh....we need to pool our money for this castle!
Well, I can chip in for about ten square feet.
I think tonight, I get my pancakes.
I also have a haircut tomorrow. I'm slightly tempted to do something different with it, but I have no idea what, so.
Oh, crap, I forgot I need to drive to Sacramento after work. I seem to be kind of flailing through today for some reason.
And woohoo, someone called our realtor and asked for a showing of the house.
Thanks for the reminder - I just made a haircut appointment for next week! And it's on Friday which I like because they give you a discount on the color on Friday.
My day has been a weird cluster, but I think I've done what I can.