Another story.
Another one of the posts from the old defunct blog:
Oct 04
It was lunch time so I went to Key Bank in Schenectady to deposit my pay check. It was a chilly fall day but nice and sunny. I went into the bank and walked toward the little maze of rope that leads up to the register. As I was walking toward the front an old lady who I hadn't noticed (she was standing at the very back of the line) yelled, "I'm in front, your in back. I'm in front, your in back." So I laughed to myself, said sorry and moved behind her in line. She was dressed in typical old lady gear: old lady shoes, hankerchief on her head, big sunglasses, coat, big purse, umbrella (even though it was sunny). She looked to be in her 70s.
I was waiting there about 30 seconds when she turns around and said, "This city is going to hell! I just had me scarf stolen. Stolen right off me by some black!." I said nothing but tried to look sympathetic. As she was saying this a middle aged black man is walking up in line behind me. I was thinking oh boy, this could get ugly. I got a look at the guy, he had graying hair, kinda ratty clothes and trenchcoat which were probably nice at one time. He looked kinda glazed over, I'm pretty sure he was on something. Then the old lady turns again and says, "Those blacks are overrunning the country, those blacks are everywhere! We need to kick them all out! Where do they come from anyway?". I was at a loss on what to do so I said, "Who?" She said, "The blacks of course, who do you think I'm talking about. They are a plauge." I just looked at her and said nothing, so she turned away. All the while this black guy is standing right behind me, so I made a show of shaking my head in disgust at her."
Then the guy taps me on the shoulder so I turn around. He looks at me all glazed over and yells, "THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT!" I was like, "I'm sorry?". He says,"You know it's hard living in a big mansion when you don't know where your next meal is coming from. It's really really hard, people don't realize that. THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT, THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT!" I was thinking, man can this get any wierder. Then he started muttering to himself and kind rocking back and forth. Keep in mind I'm right in between these two nut jobs. Then the old lady goes up to the register, sets her umbrella on the counter, turns to the black guy and says, "This is MY umbrella so don't steal this too." He looks at her and says, "The English Commandment". Thankfully then it was my turn to go up to the other register.
I go there and the lady at the counter is looking at me like, this is unbelievable. Meanwhile, the whole time the black guys is rambling on about the english commandment and how hard it is to live in mansions with no food, and the old lady is telling the other woman at the counter what a scourge blacks are while she does her best to ignore her. Just as I'm finishing up my biz the black guy yells out, "Can I exchange dollars for euros here? I need to get home!". The lady at the counter says, "I'm sorry, no." The guy gets this puzzled look on his face, thinks for a few seconds and yells "THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT!" At that I almost burst out laughing the whole thing is so ridiculous.
As I'm leaving the old lady gets her stuff done about the same time, turns to the black guy and says, "Well you didn't steal this but I'm sure you'll steak something else." He just keeps rocking back and forth staring at her with glazed eyes and says nothing. She starts muttering under her breath about black people again. I was done, so I gave the lady at the counter a thank you and got out of there. Crazy.
Oct 04
It was lunch time so I went to Key Bank in Schenectady to deposit my pay check. It was a chilly fall day but nice and sunny. I went into the bank and walked toward the little maze of rope that leads up to the register. As I was walking toward the front an old lady who I hadn't noticed (she was standing at the very back of the line) yelled, "I'm in front, your in back. I'm in front, your in back." So I laughed to myself, said sorry and moved behind her in line. She was dressed in typical old lady gear: old lady shoes, hankerchief on her head, big sunglasses, coat, big purse, umbrella (even though it was sunny). She looked to be in her 70s.
I was waiting there about 30 seconds when she turns around and said, "This city is going to hell! I just had me scarf stolen. Stolen right off me by some black!." I said nothing but tried to look sympathetic. As she was saying this a middle aged black man is walking up in line behind me. I was thinking oh boy, this could get ugly. I got a look at the guy, he had graying hair, kinda ratty clothes and trenchcoat which were probably nice at one time. He looked kinda glazed over, I'm pretty sure he was on something. Then the old lady turns again and says, "Those blacks are overrunning the country, those blacks are everywhere! We need to kick them all out! Where do they come from anyway?". I was at a loss on what to do so I said, "Who?" She said, "The blacks of course, who do you think I'm talking about. They are a plauge." I just looked at her and said nothing, so she turned away. All the while this black guy is standing right behind me, so I made a show of shaking my head in disgust at her."
Then the guy taps me on the shoulder so I turn around. He looks at me all glazed over and yells, "THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT!" I was like, "I'm sorry?". He says,"You know it's hard living in a big mansion when you don't know where your next meal is coming from. It's really really hard, people don't realize that. THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT, THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT!" I was thinking, man can this get any wierder. Then he started muttering to himself and kind rocking back and forth. Keep in mind I'm right in between these two nut jobs. Then the old lady goes up to the register, sets her umbrella on the counter, turns to the black guy and says, "This is MY umbrella so don't steal this too." He looks at her and says, "The English Commandment". Thankfully then it was my turn to go up to the other register.
I go there and the lady at the counter is looking at me like, this is unbelievable. Meanwhile, the whole time the black guys is rambling on about the english commandment and how hard it is to live in mansions with no food, and the old lady is telling the other woman at the counter what a scourge blacks are while she does her best to ignore her. Just as I'm finishing up my biz the black guy yells out, "Can I exchange dollars for euros here? I need to get home!". The lady at the counter says, "I'm sorry, no." The guy gets this puzzled look on his face, thinks for a few seconds and yells "THE ENGLISH COMMANDMENT!" At that I almost burst out laughing the whole thing is so ridiculous.
As I'm leaving the old lady gets her stuff done about the same time, turns to the black guy and says, "Well you didn't steal this but I'm sure you'll steak something else." He just keeps rocking back and forth staring at her with glazed eyes and says nothing. She starts muttering under her breath about black people again. I was done, so I gave the lady at the counter a thank you and got out of there. Crazy.
posted by Michael Schaffer at 12:19 PM
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