My bad. I was a little occupied on Monday. I didn’t ride the train that day, but I do have a couple stories to share that I didn’t share before.
Last week when I was getting off work I, once again, had to walk by the classiest motel west of the Mississippi…The EZ8 Motel. Yessir a quality establishment that houses quality patrons.
What did I see when I walked by? San Jose’s finest were slapping the silver bracelets on, what looked like, one of the hardest working women in northern Cali. She looked tired from all that O.T. she was putting in. Oh well, hopefully she can get some sleep down at the station.
One day when I was on the train I saw yet another example of someone riding the train without paying. This time it was a young black male. He was sitting in his seat in front of me bobbing his head to the music from his iPod.
Then the ticket agent came up to him and asked him for his ticket. The look of guilt on his face was priceless. How did I know if I was sitting behind him? Well, little buddy turned around and looked at me like I was supposed to bail him out.
Wait…what? Why are you looking at me? Just cuz I’m black, does that mean I’m supposed to take the wrap for you? Picture this: here you go officer. He can have my $2 train ticket that I paid for. I will accept his fine and pay the $150 because this guy with the $200 Jordan’s and the expensive iPod decided to skip on buying his $2 ticket.
Psssssshhhhh yeah right. I got a wife. My wife is an accountant. When it comes to money, boss lady don’t play. I’m not trying to get yelled at when I get home. So, I did they only thing I could do….shrug my shoulders & tell him: “can’t help ya pahtnah.”
Needless to say, he was escorted off the train and was given the fine. Hopefully it’s a lesson learned.
Ok, so this actually happened today. I was on my way to LAX to pick my wife up from the airport. I had to stop at a red light. When the light turned green I must have taken waaaay too much time accelerating. The guy that was behind laid on his horn like his life depended on it.
Apparently the 1 one thousand 2 one thousand acceleration motion I used was too slow. Then ole buddy pulls up beside me and starts to mean mug me. When he realized I was black he backed off his aggression, because his eyes went from making contact with mine to facing forward.
I started to give him the ole index finger like my mother in law would. I decided against that because I didn’t know what set he claimed. Let the Southern California adventure begin!