I’m the white person here

The back alley near our school is called Nine Street.  It’s your typical back alley: garbage, construction, trinkets, small restaurants.  On some days, it really smells, and on others, you can barely maneuver it due to trucks hauling material down the narrow street.  It is so off the beaten path that Beer Monster and I stick out like sore thumbs, even more than usual.  To the surprise of both of us, we saw a white woman and her two small children walking down the street on Thursday of last week.  I had to do it.  I’ve been dying to do this for over a year, especially whenever I saw a white person near the Black River.  I walked over to the one woman, who appeared to be buying fruit from a fruit stand.  I tapped her on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” I said.  “But, what are you doing here?”

She began to mumble, unsure of how to answer.

“I’m the white person on this street.”

It’s a joke completely ripped from “Not Another Teen Movie,” in that cinematic gem, it was about the token black dude at the upper middle class high school party.

The woman and I both laughed, and then I spoke to her 3 year old daughter.  Her son was one and being pushed in a stroller.  The little girl, named Nikki, actually chewed my ear off – adorable little thing.