My Inter-racial Interaction

Tonight I decided to go to the mall and buy myself a pair of shoes. A fairly normal thing to do, except on St. Patrick's Day.

While all of the caucaisians were filling the local pubs and restaurants to celebrate some day that encourages alcohol consumption, the African Americans decided to leave the north side and venture out to the Crossroads Mall (no, it is not named after Britney Spears' movie).

As I entered the Finish Line store where I was looking at shoes, I couldn't help but notice the large gathering of my 'brothers' around the shoe department. My first thought was, "Its a good thing I'm one of theirs, some white boy might feel out of place in this situation."

Anywho, after meandering around looking for a studly pair of shoes, I walked by a fellow talking with a heavy Kenyan accent. He spoke in broken ebonics to me,
"I really like your country."
My perceptive skills told me he was joking, so I asked,
"Oh yeah, where are you from?"
Hindsight says this was a stupid question, one that could easily be answered. His response, "Africa" (at which point some other 'brothers' and 'sisters' started laughing).
Granted, I walked into that one, but it was it was still a good one.

Moments later, another 'brother' noticed my Dordt College Basketball attire. He asked if I played basketball (a stupid question considering my clothes). However, I didn't want to offend my own kind, so I answered politely. This developed into a conversation saying how he could "do me" on the court. And by "do me" I hope he means that he could "beat me", and by "beat me" I hope he means he would "school me".

All in all, the gangs from the northside were having a good time, as was I. It felt good to share some time with my 'brothers', if you know what I mean.

And if you're wondering whether or not I bought shoes...I did. Nothing special, just a regular pair of shoes (on sale of course)