I was sitting in the school’s premiere dining establishment today (don’t let the word premiere fool you, it still sucks) when I noticed one of the employees pick up a condom (unused and still in the wrapper) off the floor and try to hand it to a girl who happened to be sitting nearby. She looked quite uncomfortable with the whole situation, and since she’s a friend of mine, I decided to ask her about it. The following is a reasonable facsimile of our conversation.
“Was that a condom that guy had?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied, “He picked it up off the ground and was like, ‘Does this belong to you or anyone you know?’ Then he tried to give it to me and I was like, ‘Um, no.'”
“Yeah. Then he was like, ‘You know, for some people that’s all college is about.’ and I’m like, ‘Right.’ and just thinking, ‘Go away!'”
On a somewhat unrelated note, I’m a racist according to one of the black guys that lives on my floor (you know, the ones that piss on seat, don’t flush the toilet, and spit their chewing tobacco all over the place (okay, I admit that what I just wrote is somewhat of an embellishment. But only somewhat)). According to him (bear in mind that I’m hearing this second-hand), because I have blonde hair and blue eyes, I’m a racist. I think the fact that I don’t like them has something to do with it, but the fact that they don’t know how to act like regular human beings has something to do with =that=. I guess the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back was when his roommate (also black) said, “Hi,” to me in passing (an event that I don’t remember. This doesn’t mean he didn’t say hi to me, but with contemporary salutations between males being as discreet as they are, it’s often impossible to tell when an exchange has taken place) and I, “just blew him off.”
This guy is being pretty damn hypocritical, though. I mean, come on. Just because I’m a white guy with blonde hair and blue eyes I’m a racist? That’s like the nigger calling the kettle black. Oh wait, I shouldn’t say that, it might be taken as racist.