I needed to pick up a few things at the grocery store so I stopped at the winn-dixie near my place. Walking back to my car I was behind two gentlemen as they shuffle scuffed to their truck that was parked diagonally to the rear of mine. To put this conversation into context I drive a BMW X3, I'm wearing baggy work out shorts and an old AFROTC shirt from college, and my hair is in a sloppy pony tail. The driver gets into the truck and the passenger waits with his door open and watches me as i go to open the back of my car.
Guy: "Ohhhhh look who's drivin dat fancy car!"
Me: "thanks"
I start putting the bags in my car.
Guy: "It sure is nice."
This guy sounds friendly enough and hasn't moved closer but now i'm starting to wonder about where this conversation is going so I stop loading the car and look him in the eye.
Me: "Yes. Thank You."
Guy: "Sugar did you work real hard for that?"
I see where the conversation is headed now.
Me: "Hard is a relative term but I work and I pay for it."
Guy: "Oh so you think you deserve it then, no one gave it to you?"
I start loading the last couple of bags into the car.
Me: "I've deployed six times in three years and i'm not kept by anyone if that answers all the questions you have about my business."
Guy: "Ok, Ok, Ok, i see...you da man. Dat's how you roll you da man."
Me: "Yeah sure, whatever that means."
Yeah i don't know why i hate people so much...
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