During a walk the other day, I crossed paths with a man from India who was visiting his son at Melrose Place. He was draped in what I assumed to be traditional Hindu attire. Before I go any further, I want to make something abundantly clear – I have no animosity towards the man, his religion, or the dress he was wearing.
As I got closer, he began to clap and sing a religious chant which became increasingly louder as I passed.
I said, “Back at ya, slick.”
He smiled and nodded.
But this is a good example of what sets our country apart from others. I can only imagine the reaction I would get if I walked down the streets of Bombay singing Jesus Loves Me.
So never judge a book by its cover.
During my walk on Wednesday, I passed a person of similar heritage, dressed in rather nice work attire, under the I-270 overpass on Marine. He really stunk, it was like getting smacked in the face with 2 months of unwashed gym clothes. I could only imagine sitting in the next cubicle.
What about the guy who was stealing huggies off the cans of beer we were drinking at the Melrose holiday party? WTF?