Here Today, Gone to...?

The Things I Love: My People and My Doughnuts 

Like the snow crunching underneath my feet, 

Like the money that pays for my fuel for heat, 

Like the dark that sets in and covers my day, 

Like anything worth noticing that fades away. 

Here today, gone to(morrow, soon, much)... 

Like the last ice cream sandwich, 

the last Krispy Kreme.

Like the last memory of that person, 

the last sweet dream. 

Like the last conversation, 

the bell that rang. 

Like an infiltrating song, 

at your funeral they sang. 

Here today, gone to...

Strreo-Typing II

Different woman (Caucasian again), different stereotype, same Brotha (me).

A woman approaches me before asking how I am doing, before asking my name, before asking me anything, and goes into a story about how she needs money to get fuel for her car to go home. She then explains that she'll get my phone number and call me later to meet me to pay me back. I'm standing there looking at her, saying nothing, and she takes on a very frustrated look asks and says, "Man, do you speak English? I just talked to another guy for ten minutes and he spoke Mexican, he didn't even know what I was saying!" 

I replied, "¿Que?" with a very puzzled look on my face. 

She throws her hands up, says, "Oh dear G-d!" and then walks away! 

Sometimes stereotypes can work to ones advantage. 

Stereo-Typing

A lady dressed in old sweat pants approaches another lady standing next to a newer SUV having mechanical issues, and asks her for money, she's successful. 

Next she approaches a man in jeans, black jacket, cowboy boots and hat, getting out of a car that's not quite as new as the other ladies SUV, and asks him for money too. Again she is successful. 

The lady asking for money is now walking toward my car. However, when she takes a look inside and sees me, she bolts like I'm about to take the money she just received from two other strangers. She thought I was an undercover cop, right? If so why would she go to the next person to pull into the parking lot (right in front if me), an ask them for money? Hmmm... because it was  to Donate to Tammy Time, right? They were all driving down to the shopping center, today, to give her money, right? Yeah that's it. 

Sometimes stereotypes can work to ones advantage. In case anyone's wondering... She could put Caucasian in her box for ethnicity, as to where I couldn't.