LASIK just saved a jaw!
Anybody who has known me for a while would know that I'm not a violent man. The last time I got in a physical fight? Eleventh grade in high school. I royally pissed off an undergraduate during practice because I kept on rebounding the ball away from him. As a varsity starter, what am I supposed to do, other than do my absolute best? The last time a potential fight was about to break out? Back in 2002 in Kansas City, when a drunk Marine was being stupid. His other Marine buddies came over to "help," only to realize this guy was being a total jackass, apologized for him, and started bar hopping together.
Well, fast forward to tonight. My eyes were not so bad that I decided to go watch Casino Royale with a couple friends, and see if my eyes are improving as fast as I thought or I would end up having a headache with all that foggy vision. The movie turned out to be the best screenwriting I have come across in recent history of the Bond franchise. It certainly made all the movies Pierce Brosnan made look like childish, underdeveloped plotlines.
After the movie, I split off with Myke and Sharyl and headed towards the Grand station. Now mind you, I was in a very nice neighborhood, smack in the middle of downtown, where condos at that block fetch a cool $650,000 for a studio. I walked past the lobby of a nice building, where a few people were hanging out smoking. On a smoke out day, no less! Anyway, this early fifties guy, who appeared to be well-educated and wealthy as well, judging from the way he dressed, was smoking next to his wife. As I walked past him, he leered at me and said in a mocking Chinese accent, "How are you doing?" with a smirk. His wife was embarrassed, rolled her eyes, and turned around.
I stopped, turned, and approached him. I broke out in perfect English with full American accent and tone of confidence, much like when I'm lecturing a technical class for my clients, "I'm doing well. And you?" I clenched my right fist, and thought about popping him in the jaw. But just as I was about to raise my arm, logic and reason came over me. I remembered that the first three months after LASIK is crucial, as my corneas would be weak and susceptible to being dislodged easily if bumped too hard. If I were to swing at this sorry assed, rich white loser, he might raise his arms to fend me off and probably push back, with the possibility of bumping into my eyes.
I can't afford to be blind for three weeks, I thought to myself. This loser took a step back, not certain what I was going to do. His wife wouldn't know, because she has her back to him. He replied with hesitation, "I'm good, thank you." To which I simply said, "Good," before turning around and continuing my way. I muttered, "Ass hole," loud enough for him to hear.
Seriously, I'm sick and tired of racist encounters. Not that I'm keeping count, but I've had quite a lot of such encounters in Chicago in the two years I've lived here. Much more so than the deep Midwest where I lived for seven years. For such a diverse city, I cannot believe I'm hearing this crap. Oh well. I hope that loser dies in his sleep of some horrible death, like choking on some Chinese hot and sour soup. He should be thankful that I had my LASIK done yesterday.
Well, fast forward to tonight. My eyes were not so bad that I decided to go watch Casino Royale with a couple friends, and see if my eyes are improving as fast as I thought or I would end up having a headache with all that foggy vision. The movie turned out to be the best screenwriting I have come across in recent history of the Bond franchise. It certainly made all the movies Pierce Brosnan made look like childish, underdeveloped plotlines.
After the movie, I split off with Myke and Sharyl and headed towards the Grand station. Now mind you, I was in a very nice neighborhood, smack in the middle of downtown, where condos at that block fetch a cool $650,000 for a studio. I walked past the lobby of a nice building, where a few people were hanging out smoking. On a smoke out day, no less! Anyway, this early fifties guy, who appeared to be well-educated and wealthy as well, judging from the way he dressed, was smoking next to his wife. As I walked past him, he leered at me and said in a mocking Chinese accent, "How are you doing?" with a smirk. His wife was embarrassed, rolled her eyes, and turned around.
I stopped, turned, and approached him. I broke out in perfect English with full American accent and tone of confidence, much like when I'm lecturing a technical class for my clients, "I'm doing well. And you?" I clenched my right fist, and thought about popping him in the jaw. But just as I was about to raise my arm, logic and reason came over me. I remembered that the first three months after LASIK is crucial, as my corneas would be weak and susceptible to being dislodged easily if bumped too hard. If I were to swing at this sorry assed, rich white loser, he might raise his arms to fend me off and probably push back, with the possibility of bumping into my eyes.
I can't afford to be blind for three weeks, I thought to myself. This loser took a step back, not certain what I was going to do. His wife wouldn't know, because she has her back to him. He replied with hesitation, "I'm good, thank you." To which I simply said, "Good," before turning around and continuing my way. I muttered, "Ass hole," loud enough for him to hear.
Seriously, I'm sick and tired of racist encounters. Not that I'm keeping count, but I've had quite a lot of such encounters in Chicago in the two years I've lived here. Much more so than the deep Midwest where I lived for seven years. For such a diverse city, I cannot believe I'm hearing this crap. Oh well. I hope that loser dies in his sleep of some horrible death, like choking on some Chinese hot and sour soup. He should be thankful that I had my LASIK done yesterday.
posted by StHalcyon at
23:50
1 Comments:
It's amazing that a big mid-western city like Chicago has so many freaking racists. I was never a victim of racial encounter during my five and a half years living in Kansas City. The only racial incident that i encountered was actually on my first ever trip to Seattle in 1998, when i was there for an IBM class. During lunch break, i went to an indoor mall-like food court and after picking up my tray of food, i asked a middle-age woman if the chairs next to where she was sitting was already taken. She started yelling at me - i don't remember the exact words - about me being fucking foreigner taking up all the jobs and that i should "go home". Right after her angry spew, she left.
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