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Written by Chas Jackson
When you’re alone in an elevator.
When you’re alone in an elevator with an elderly lady.
When you’re alone in an elevator with an elderly lady who’s afraid.
When you’re alone in an elevator with an elderly lady who’s afraid of your skin color.
When you’re alone in an elevator with an elderly lady who’s afraid of your skin color and you’re smuggling.
When you’re alone in an elevator with an elderly lady who’s afraid of your skin color and you’re smuggling an upset stomach.
When you’re alone in an elevator with an elderly lady who’s afraid of your skin color and you’re smuggling an upset stomach let it loose.
Let it loose and be appalled.
Let it loose and be appalled, be downright outraged.
Let it loose and be appalled, be downright outraged at her unmitigated gall.
Let it loose and be appalled, be downright outraged at her unmitigated gall. Exit that stench filled elevator look over your shoulder at said lady and say “have some class.”
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For many families of color who do not have deep pockets and friends and families in high places, interactions with police, the judicial system and even the hospitals are often problematic â even at their best.Instead, people rely on their faith, their belief that God, not money and not officials or experts, makes the ultimate decisions that determine everyoneâs lives. People survive because they believe what others say is impossible […]
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This morning on Bart I saw the freakiest thing ever. This tall, dark and handsome guy sitting…alone. Crazy right? No, not the fact that he was a free man, I’m from Rockridge not the Confederate South. The crazy part was not even the fact that he was single, and very good looking. I’ve recently become single myself, after breaking up with my Imaginary Boyfriend. I’ve plunged back into the deep-in and found myself doggy paddling in the Bay Area dating pool once more. With the invention of the detachable shower head being single’s not so bad. Although I wish my Imaginary EX Boyfriend would quit text messaging me, those fees are eating up my MCI phone bill. What stood out so much to me about this Adonis sitting across from me was that he was riding the train with no book, no iPod, no smart phone & he wasn’t homeless. What a freak!
This was cause for alarm. I actually got visibly scared. It’s times like this I wish my Imaginary EX Boyfriend, John was there to wrap his muscular arms around me and whisper in my ear “I’ve got you.” Why would a guy ride a commuter train with nothing to occupy his time?
He’s probably a serial killer and just likes to ride in silence while he plots his next kill. I mean, yeah I clip my toenails with my teeth, but it’s more of a taste thing than anything else. He probably has a secret torcher chamber at his place.
So what if he isn’t a serial killer? There’s gotta be something wrong with him. Everybody in their right mind knows proper public transpo-etiquette includes a book, iPod or smart phone. BuzzFeed, duh. Those accessories are like public transportation dresscode for adults. The only people this doesn’t apply to are parents accompanying small children or homeless people, depending on the day they’re pretty interchangeable.
I could tell he wasn’t homeless—his shoes were clean. His eyes just kept alternating from the window to the floor. It was so freaky, like ruffying yourself at a Senior Center , not like I’ve done that more than four times. I bet he has a bizarre habit or fetish, yeah that’s it. I got it; he likes to appear completely normal when in fact he was JUST released from a mental institution. I’m sure I’ll see a police sketch of him on the evening news attached to some horrible awful story. If people would just listen to me, nutcases like this attractive gorgeous by all accounts single available unmarried man wouldn’t roam free terrorizing blue collar workers who are just trying to ride the train to work in peace.
Dang it, I missed my stop.
(Siobhan from Rockridge)
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