I was working at my local green store, and just before closing time, a gentleman in is late 20's early 30's ran towards me and asked "Hey, where are the watermelons that are on sale right now???". I informed him that they weren't on sale right now. "That doesn't matter....where are they?" He replied.
I pointed him in the right direction, and he continued to run in that direction, found the watermelons and an expression of what can only be described as pure joy came across his
face.
....He was black.
But, unlike when I see photoshopped pictures or read bad jokes about the "wattymellons" and the people that seem to enjoy them the most, I felt sad and confused rather than amused. Had this man really submitted to the stereotype? Had I simply fallen for the stereotype that bad and become part racist myself? I'm still not really sure how I feel. Perhaps there is actually some truth in all those unfortunate jokes that I've previously laughed at.
there's a thread here on NG that is pure gold.
Does anyone else run into things like this? How do you feel when it happens?