Imagine this scene if you will. You’re sitting on a shuttle ready to be dropped off at work, when suddenly an Arab enters the shuttle and sits behind you. Then another that sits across the aisle from the first. They’ve got backpacks and are wearing similar clothes. Just then a third darker skinned man enters and sits next to the second man. ‘Holy shit’ you think to yourself ‘this is what we’ve been worried about.’
A packed Inverness shuttle. Three men that appear to be middle eastern all sitting next to one another. They all look so sinister. That was the scene this morning. I was the third man. I admit it, I look terrorist-esque. I had a mean scowl on my face and I was wearing an army cammo jacket. When I looked at the guy next to me and the guy across the aisle, I got worried. I could only imagine what the god fearing christians on the shuttle were thinking. The man sitting one seat up and one aisle over from me was a good ol’ boy type. Mullet and handlebar mustache in full force. He looked back at the three of us every 15 seconds. The two ladies in front of me had their phones out with 911 dialed, just waiting to hit TALK. The driver’s eyes darting toward the rear view mirror constantly. The other two guys had that same worried look. I started to think I had done something wrong their eyes were all so judgemental.
I wanted to have some fun with this situation. Maybe start praying aloud in gibberish that sounded arabic. I wish I had a copper wire hanging out of my bag, just so I could pull it really fast as I closed my eyes. If only I had an abstract shaped electronic device that I could pull out and hold up as I read a list of demands in broken english. That would have made everyone’s day. All the people on the shuttle would have had a new story to tell. Me and the two guys would probably have beaten to death on the spot before I got the chance to say “Just kidding”, and those good people would have received an award or medal of honor. No such luck however, and the odds of the three of us ending up on the same shuttle again are really slim. That’s probably for the better. I don’t know if I’m willing to risk death for a great gag opportunity.
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This is funny!
[...] Originally posted here: A Funny Thing Happened On My Way To Work [...]
Heehee. After 9/11, I was sitting with my very ethnic-looking son at a restaurant in Podunk, Arkansas. He was wearing his (jet black) hair long and wrapped up in a do-rag in those days, and there was this guy who was sitting across from us who was just seeeeething. He couldn’t stop staring at us– wouldn’t even answer the waitress when she came by to take his order– which was making me extremely nervous. Afterward, I had a few talks with my son about maybe ditching the do-rag, or cutting his hair or something (I was terrified that some yahoo would do something to him), but he loved it that he was pissing the crazy people off.
Thanks for the memory.