Pulling up to a gas pump on my way home from an interview with a job agency this morning a black gentleman was in the car on the other side of the pump. Wearing my cap, dressed well for the interview, and driving Svetta, my sweet Mazda3 I apparently looked like someone with drugs to sell.
He asked me is I was “straight with blow”.
He had to repeat himself several times before I heard him correctly.
I informed him I was not and he drove away.
There were about 5 police officers just across the intersection checking out some parked cars.
I don’t like to think of myself as naive, but in this situation I’m very glad of my naivete.
We are called to be wise as serpents but harmless as doves.
Consider me wiser.