Who the hell do you think you are?

So for those of you following me daily, you know that I have been at a veterinary conference the last half of the week. Today was the last day for the conference, and my last class ended at 3:30pm. So after my last class I packed up my stuff, talked to a few people before "officially" leaving, and stopped by the potty before the drive home.

As I left the Downtown St. Louis Hilton Ballpark to walk across the street to my car there were TONS of people on the street. Then I remembered there was a Cards vs. Cubs game tonight, so Kiener Plaza was hosting a HUGE pre-game event. I crossed S. Broadway, then waited to cross Walnut to venture over to the garage where I parked my SUV. As I was waiting there this black guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to buy some tickets.

"No thanks, I've already got plans tonight." I said politely.
"Oh, come'on you have to buy these tickets." he spit back.
"No, I'm okay. I just got off work and I'm headed home." I quickly replied.
"Work?!?" he said, as any non-respectable black man would say "I don't know who the fuck wears shit like that to work?"

Sidenote: I was wearing jeans, a Mizzou T-shirt, and a white zipper-down hoodie, and a pear of UGGs. Why? Because the rooms in the hotel were literally fReEzInG cold. The first day I wore dress shoes and dress socks, by the end of the day I couldn't feel my toes, honestly. The second day I wore thicker socks, and dress-casual boots....still couldn't feel my toes. So, I said: Forget it. They all know it's cold in there so I'm going to wear my UGGs and they'll get over it.

Back to story: "Excuse me? Get a real job and then tell me about what people wear to work." I snarled.

And with that, the signal changed and I started to make my way across Walnut to the garage.

So seriously, who the hell does he think he is? What the fuck is his problem? Who the hell does that negro is telling me what is wrong with my clothes? Last time I checked, he was in jeans 4 sizes to big that were hanging past his ENTIRE ass, an also 4 size to big T-shirt that was plain white, and a pair of whack ass Nike shox.

First of all, what black man have you EVER seen in Nike Shox?!? Those are white people shoes.
Second, how the hell can he tell me about my clothes when his are hanging off of him?
Third, how the fuck would he know what people wear to work becuase I'm pretty damn sure he doesn't have a job.

People are freakin' jack asses, and I'm sorry to say, that a vast majority of the people who say stupid shit like that, are in fact, black. Why is that? Did someone not teach them the mantra: IF you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything.

It's never a dull moment in my life. Why is that? I swear I try to not be dramatic.

I guess it's like this so I can share it with all of you. I am off to clean the damn house so Dan can have people over for his birthday tomorrow night.

As always, this is Colin.Always sayin: Peace out bitches.