Last night, my Uncle let me in on a little story from his life. He started off by saying, “Hey Meg, have you ever heard the story of me and the black guy on the subway?”. My reply, of course, was no. He continued…
“I was riding the subway, and this group of black guys got on the train. They were harassing everyone on the train and people were trying their hardest not to make eye contact. The particular guy that was in my view was a 7 foot tall black guy. He was standing directly infront of me and i was basically staring at his belt. I was trying my best to keep my eyes at the ground and not make eye contact, when all of a sudden i looked up. We made the slightest eye contact, and then i knew i was done for. The large man said, “Whatchu looking at homie, gotta problem?”.. so fearing for my life, i noticed he had a bag of cookies in his hand. So i go, “Can i have a cookie?” and the guy stood there, looked at the cookies, looked at me, looked back at the cookies, reached his hand in the bag, and handed me a cookie. I proceeded to eat the cookie as everyone in the train wiped their foreheads free of sweat. He then proceeded to get off the subway while saying, “You crazy man…dis white guy…he crazy”.
