We Understand Each Other
I arrived home late after visiting friends before the work week starts again.
There are U-haul trucks on the street. I pull into the garage and step out of my car. Before letting the garage door down, I walk onto the driveway looking outward.
New neighbors. Black family.
BM walks towards me.
Me: “Hey how are you?”
BM: “I’m good.”
Me: “Movin in huh?”
BM: “Yeaahh.”
So it’s late and they’re obviously not finished. It’s clear that they’ll probably be moving into the night so I figure I’ll keep it short and leave them to it.
Me: “Good to hear. Well I hope y’all had a good weekend. Have a good night.”
BM: “Oh yeah, you too.”
I turn around and am halfway into the garage.
BM: “You know I’m surprised to see you right?”
Me: “Well I’ll just say that I am HAPPY to see you.”
BM: “Alright brother! I’ll take that!”
We understood each other.
It’s not particularly important that everyone understand what I’m talking about right now, because this isn’t for everyone.
Still, I know some of you will read this and immediately understand exactly what I’m talking about.
Because we understand each other.
From Aspiring Humanitarian, Relando Thompkins-Jones
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