I used to be totally snob.
In college I regularly blew off steam by dropping $200 on some jeans, then to the overpriced indie record store and finally home, where I smoked a doobie and ate "organic" durian shipped from Asia unfrozen and reveled in the trustafarian lifestyle. And trust me, there was no trust.
These days are different. I am starting a business and it is making a mockery of my monthly cash flow. I'd been thinking of shopping at Food City, a lower-class grocery store also known as "Food Shitty" for a couple of weeks now. Food City is in that part of town that you don't really want to go to-- an environment where White Man does not exist. Tonight, I went into Food City. And I couldn't believe the savings!
Still amazed and double-checking my receipt I backed out of the parking lot and almost into a man who was jaywalking at 8pm, when it is dark. He walked with that pissed-off dignity, the type that you grudgingly give yourself when push comes to shove and you have to say, "Self, I can take this route or that route. And God Damn It I'm Not Taking That Route." It's the kind of dignity that can be found on a man who is jaywalking at 8pm in the Bad District while wearing a tee shirt and a thong underwear. Only.
I honked at him in an expression of my approval of his awesomeness but he flipped me the bird. I guess I miscommunicated.
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