Without being said, I was surrounded by bigots growing up in the south during the early part of my childhood. I’ve luckily managed to overcome my early developmental environment – thank you mom and dad for moving us to Michigan. This morning, the aforementioned racial hatred from my youth was briefly rediscovered.
I entered the train station turnstile, saw a weird looking guy at the bottom of the “loop bound” staircase, had a strange feeling as I walked towards the stairs, was bumped by him after I ignored whatever he was shouting from a distance because I was listening to my iPod and purposely choose to ignore the less fortunate, pulled out my headphones, he crazily asked for directions, I told him he needed the other side of the tracks to go towards his destination, and then Chase called an hour later with a fraudulent charge alert.
There were 2 unsuccessful ATM withdrawals of $500, $200+ in gas purchased at Shell, and $130 of god knows what purchased at 7/11. Don’t gas stations notice $200 fill ups since it had to be multiple cars? Has anyone without the munchies/need for mass quantities of booze ever legally spent $130 at 7/11?
Regardless, the guy was the creepiest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. 30-40 years old, 6 foot 2, 275 pounds, huge afro, jaundice yellow eyes but guaranteed working WITHOUT an accomplice. Being overly aware of my surroundings, I specifically looked around before taking out my headphones because it’s known that pickpockets work in teams. This guy was amazingly skilled enough to get my wallet on that initial bump. Put that on a resume.
For a moment, after I received the call from Chase and realized I didn’t have my wallet, I immediately turned slightly republican/racist. After I settled down, I realized that I can’t wait until Barack gets into office and degenerates of all races have something to look up to – an African American that came from a broken family, who earned admission into Harvard, after graduation helped a broken community, and has risen to become our next president. Maybe the wastes of space will feel inspired to become slightly less worthless.
Luckily, the only thing of importance I had in my new fcking (not cheap) leather wallet from Italy was a debit card, all of my ids, and social security card (woops). Thankfully, I don’t have credit cards.
Since I take the train from this stop everyday and clearly remember his face, I will literally fcking beat him to a pulp at 8:15 am in the morning as need be. I will not stop plummeting him until the police pull me off his hopefully dead body.
Off to call all the credit agencies, social security administration, etc. Somebody bail me out if I see this piece of shiat at the train station over the next few months.