When I got up this morning, there was a newpaper clipping on my bathroom counter. It had an article about a murder trial that had been delayed due to an ill juror, just as Kevin had told me his was. It was obvious it was the same one.
So I went to talk to my mom about it, and she told me to tell Kevin to be careful around the courthouse because "You know those blacks are crazy."
I stared at her for a second and was like "...You realize you sounded like Grandma Kramer just then, right?"
And she was like "Yes, but you know I saw them on TV, and that guy's family was going crazy outside the courthouse."
"Sooo... are you really saying *blacks* are crazy, or that this guy's family is crazy? They're not the same thing." I asked.
"They were out there going crazy, yelling about how the guy was innocent and should be let go," she repeated.
"...Yes, but are you talking about BLACKS? Or are you talking about THIS GUY'S family?" I ask again.
She took a minute to stare at me and process what I was saying before finally responding, "That guy's family."
"That's what I thought."
I left the room, and my mom said as I was walking away, "Thank you for the reality check. I deserved that. I don't want to sound like my mother."
Ha. :P