We are at the restaurant of a German University. A red haired student, and undeniably German takes her tray and sits down at her table.
She then realizes she has forgotten her cutlery and gets up again to pick it up.
Coming back, she sees with astonishment that a black man, possibly sub-Saharian by his appearance, is sitting there and is eating from her tray.
Straight away, the young woman feels lost and stressed . But immediately changes her thought and presumes that the African is not familiar with European customs concerning private property and privacy.
She also takes into consideration that perhaps he does not have enough money to pay for his meal.
In any case, she decides to sit in front of the guy and to smile at him in a friendly manner.
The African responds with another dazzling smile.
The German girl starts to help herself, –sharing the food with the black man with genuine pleasure and courtesy.
And thus, he took the salad, she ate the soup, both took their share of the stew, one took care of the yoghurt and the other of the piece of fruit,
All this peppered with numerous refined smiles – timid from the man and smoothly, encouraging and kind by the girl -.
They eat up their lunch.
The German girl gets up to get a coffee.
And it is then that she discovers, on the table behind the black man, her coat placed on the back of a chair and her food tray untouched.
The simple, impolitely stated fact is that Mitt Romney is the whitest white man to run for president in recent memory.
From The New York Times
How apt that one of my favorite homies shares a birthday with these two ladies - enjoy, kid!
“Yes. And he did. For three days only. And then he drop kicked it out of the mouth of the tomb.”
From The Resurgence. Full blog post here. (or click through the pic)
2012 is no longer just around the corner but it’s here. As humans when calendars change we seem to develop an attitude of reflection. Often times this attitude is accompanied by an acknowledgement of lessons that were learned in the past season. Lessons that become a watery soup of “rules to live…
Love it.
Female football fans are an interesting bunch.
Yes, those of us who really love the game can quote stats, give you a rundown of transactions, and break down the beauty of the Steelers’ 3-4 defense; but we do share some similarites with the girls who are only trying to impress (or share some Sunday time with) their boyfriends - the ones who wear 4-inch heels to tailgate and congratulate kickers on great grand slams.
Like these women, we know the names of some also-ran journeymen simply because they’re attractive, we pick a second-favorite team with great uniforms or cute colors (Yes, cute! I’m talking to you, Baltimore), and we secretly wonder just how those jerseys stay so clean from game to game. I used to assume wealthy players and teams simply scrapped them at the end of each game until I read pieces on the Packers’ seamstress and the late Rose Ficarelli of the Chicago Bears. Here is the latest piece on Bob Barone and his wife, Kathie, who work for the Philadelphia Eagles, New Jersey Jets, and the New York Football Giants. They’ve been scrubbing stains (blood…grass…paint…no bleach!) and patching rips for nearly 30 years, even custom-tailoring pants for the notoriously picky Terrell Owens (Eagles) and Jason Sehorn (Giants). Enjoy!
Must see.
Can’t wait for Christmas in Florida. Call me Heat Miser.