Alright…yes. I named this blog as such just to get views. It’s true. I try to cater to the readers. Or trick them into reading crap they don’t really care to read about.
Today, I drove SEVERAL hundred miles. I was tired by the time I got to the hotel.
I spent, really, very little time with my customers, and more time driving. Much more time driving.
I’m going to be totally translucent, here.
I got up this morning and took a shower. I used soap. I used a razor. I shaved my head. I shaved my nasty overgrown neck. I put on clean underwear. I brushed my teeth (I swear). I packed up my crap, and got on the road. The computer was in the passenger seat for a few miles of the way; simply because I have to check my stuff every once in awhile.
Well, I was riding down the road trying to whistle using my two forefingers, singing, and making any other noise I could imagine making. I blew air between a couple of my teeth, and breathed in at the same time (it’s not as difficult as it sounds), and my breath stunk. It stank. I smelled it. I did the cupped hand thing over the mouth and couldn’t smell anything. But when I blew through my front teeth, it smelled like bad breath.
I went to the local Target store for teeth cleaning supplies. Here’s where this little blog might get a little controversial: I’m not sure I saw a white person working at the Target store. That’s not really the controversial part. Every single one of the employees at the Target store was snotty to me. Is it because I’m white? I noticed that the vast majority of the shoppers were white. The vast majority of the employees were dark. I wonder if they treat every white colored person the way they treated me. I asked a nice young Target woman, in the most polite way I knew how, “Where are the sunglasses?” (I don’t wear expensive sunglasses, because I lose them). She pointed diagonally across the store, looked back down to what she was doing (folding a shirt) and said, “Just go straight and you’ll see them.”. Are you fucking kidding me? Go straight? Diagonally across the store? Ok. Fine. I could see where she was pointing. I found the sunglasses. I found a pair that didn’t really fit me that well. Cop sunglasses. That’s what they were, and that’s what I wanted. It’s just that they didn’t look that good on me. I’ll see what they look like when I’m in a suit or shorts and t-shirt; rather than khakis and a dress shirt.
I took my teeth cleaning supplies, gum, shaving cream, and sunglasses to the front to pay for them.
After I ran my card and the transaction went through, I said, “Thank you very much,”. Guess what she (the darker colored Target employee) said. “Uh huh,” she said. I shit you not. I said “thank you”, and she said “uh huh”. I don’t care if you’re white or black. That’s fucking rude. The bitch.
I love you, but I’ve been drinking. I have so much more in my brain to type, but can no longer continue. I’m sorry about the short blogging.
-Beans™
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