Stereotypes

Racial profiling is supposed to be detrimental to modern day society. But this weekend, I discovered that sometimes those generalizations are correct and even useful.

While my nephew and I were on Jekyll Island this past Saturday, we took off to the beach for some "Treasure Hunting". We walked from the fishing pier to the convention center beach with my new metal detector in search of pirate booty. In the 2 miles we walked, I watched black family after black family supposedly enjoying the ocean. In general what they would do is that the oldest kid would dare the others (Many others) to run into the waves, only to run back onto the beach after getting about mid-thigh deep. They all refused to swim. They all refused to get into the wave crash zone. Why would you travel to the beach, only to just sit your ass at the picnic areas and jam out to crappy music all afternoon long. They could have stayed their collective asses at home while not annoying everyone else that wanted to have a nice quiet day on the beach with family.

I am an equal opportunity offender apparently tonight. The Indian (dot-head) family that bought the Checkers in Commerce has run it into closure as of late. While talking to the previous owner tonight, I learned that they had financed the purchase, used cheaper lower quality supplies, and totally cut the upkeep to the building costs, and eventually defaulted on all their employee's final paychecks only to take all the money that could have kept the business profitable and run back to india with a fat paycheck. This totally pisses me off. I loved that store. I have great memories from my first job there. Now, when I reminisce of working there as I drive by on my way back to Atlanta, all I am going to see is a boarded up skeleton that is left.
White people are just the same as well before anyone thinks that I am racist. The rednecks at the fishing area all were crowding the handrails with their multitude of fishing rods, their ratty t-shirts of some long forgotten giveaway, and a couple stinky kids running around between the picnic areas.
Fine, no more bitching for the night. I am tired, a bit buzzed from a wine tasting, and falling asleep on deck. Braxton is asleep in his rack already.
Good night all. Sweet Dreams.