When someone proclaims something about you, sometimes you get defensive. Well this just happens to be a true story from a couple weeks ago.
In late January I bought a bathroom cabinet from Target. I opened the box and the included hardware from the first step of the installation were missing. Great, the hardware was missing. A couple weeks back, I finally packed the darn thing in its original box to return to Target. I brought the box outside the house and was locking the front house door when I heard someone saying something to me.
“no thanks, I’m fine”
I didn’t really know what the stranger said, but I figured I best say no. I assumed he asked if he could help me move the box to my car. I stood on the top of my stairs for a little bit, hoping he’d continue walking away from my house. Nope, he stopped on the sidewalk and said something again. This time I heard every word exiting his mouth.
“can you give me a ride a few blocks?”
Naturally I responded negatively by politely saying no. I was still on the top of my stairs when the stranger then accused me of being a racist. “you’re a racist”. I was a bit shocked someone would make a proclamation like that based on my reluctance to drive a complete stranger three blocks away. I highly doubt I’d drive a friend three blocks, but a complete stranger… hells no.
I put down my boxed up bathroom cabinet and asked the guy what he said, descending my steps to get a closer look at the guy. He repeated his racist accusation. I foolishly chided him. I engaged him asking what about my ride denial warranted the racist label. He continued to blab. I half chuckled to myself. I may have said something about how I’d call the police and then he may have dared me to call them. It’s entirely possible I may have then taken his picture using my cell phone.
I watched him walk around the corner and vanish. I waited a few minutes, finished loading the boxed bathroom cabinet in the Prius and drove around our neighborhood. I made sure he wasn’t up to any other mischief as stuff has been happening in our neighborhood. I didn’t like this interaction. I didn’t appreciate this accusation one bit. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if one of our car windows is broken in the next few months.
Hey, Target took back the bathroom cabinet and I was able to build the white pressboard cabinet without any instructions. That my friends is what we call a silverlining.