The last story for tonight! "Currys! Currys! Currys!"
Because I don't want to fill up your pages.
Last week, mionding my own business, I was wandering down from Wembley Park station towards the Plaza when I was assailed by an Indian gentleman.
"Currys! Currys! Currys!" he exclaimed
My usual thought process started, as it does when anyone comes out of the blue, regardless of their race, colour, creed or anything else: Is he hassling me to give him money? This didn't seem to be the case.
"Currys! Currys! Currys!" Just like the guys by Bebington station, who try to persuade you to dine at their establishment. I'd already eaten, and a quick look round revealed no restauarants in the vicinity.
"Currys! Electrical! Where?" That explained it. I indicated back up the road. "Up the road, that way. Behind McDonalds."
"About five minutes."
Ah, so he wasn't trying to rob me or feed me - he just wanted to buy something at the electrical store. More later.
|Date:||February 1st, 2008 11:41 am (UTC)|| |
Incident in Miami
You said, My usual thought process started, as it does when anyone comes out of the blue, regardless of their race, colour, creed or anything else: Is he hassling me to give him money?
This reminded me of an incident that I observed while living in miami:
I was walking in a mall out in High Suburbia (well, OK, Kendale Lakes, Miami) that was a bit of a mixture of middle and high-end stores. By this I mean that there was a department store anchoring the mall that catered to the well-off and other stores that varied from the run-of-the-mill Chinese restaurant to the $800-shoes-for-the-fashion-conscious sort of place.
As I walked I observed an elderly man dressed in outdoorsy-work clothing accost a blue-haired matron of the sort well known in Miami. I use the phrase advisedly and in a figurative sense. She was a silver-hair elderly woman, dressed to the nines, with the air of someone accustomed to leaving a large wake as she passed through the world. She had the aura of a blue-haired matron, if not the precise appearance.
The man in question accosted her gently and quite graciously saying, "Pardon me, can you tell me where the gardening store is?"
She responded, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish."
He looked very puzzled indeed, and I confess so did I. "But I'm speaking English
"I'm sorry, but I don't carry any money," and she turned her back.
He left then and got directions from a man nearby.
I'm uncertain, but this may be the most astounding and unequivocal case of bigotry I've ever encountered. The woman simply couldn't hear the man. She looked at him sufficiently to determine that he was Hispanic and that he was dressed in work clothes and stopped there. From that point assumptions took over. I honestly believe she didn't hear anything he said. Her brain just told her he would be speaking Spanish and she believed it. When he persisted her brain insisted that he wanted money and she believed it.
Had I been the man in question I'd have probably stepped on her foot as I departed.
On reflection, this post seems that I might be implying bigotry on your part. Such is not my belief of you nor my intention in this post. I just wanted to smile about the fact that connecting "Curry's!" with food is just one of many ways a paradigm can trip you up...