Tweeting with Q
I've been hanging on to this story for a while. Almost two months ago, I went to the doctor for a check up and got into a staring contest with a guy wearing a rebel flag cap. He was in the waiting room with his son who appeared to be mid-20's and unable to fill out his paperwork without assistance.
For those who are new to my blog, I am a black guy. That's important as I tell my story. So, rebel flag guy stares at me as if he wanted to dissect me with his eyes. I stare back until I realize that he's way too ugly to stare at so long. Out of the restroom walks a very attractive blonde. She was around 5'4" with an athletic build. She was like a miniature version of Laura Prepron. She sits next to me and the fun begins...
"Hi, how are you? My name is Quincy!" I say emphatically.
"Hi, I'm Becky and that's not much of a pick-up line," she replied with a smile and while extending her hand for a shake.
I started thinking to myself, "Okay, cool. She's friendly. This should be fun."
"Ooh," she starts,"I have a cell phone just like yours, Quincy!"
I now have the full attention of Mr. Rebel Flag. Although he's too far away (12-15 feet) to hear our conversation, he can see that Becky and I are enjoying each other's company. As I'm tweeting, Becky grabs my hand to get a better look at my phone and notices than I'm on Twitter. I look up and sure enough, RF Guy doesn't look happy that she's touching me.
She laughs at my tweet and then looks up and notices RF Guy turning redder by the minute. I look up at him with a huge smirk and then back at her. "What's wrong with him?" she whispers.
"I don't think he likes the idea of you talking to me," I reply.
Becky realizes that she's part of a show and decides to play along. She takes my phone from my hand and starts typing.
She gives me back the phone and flashes a huge smile. "Thank you," I started, "you just started the ball rolling on the sequel to "A Time to Kill."
"I'm sorry," she said erupting in laughter,"I couldn't resist after I realized what was going on."
By now, this guy is mumbling to himself and his son is looking over at us trying to figure out what's going on. RF Guy is still staring at Becky and I to the point that I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. She seems to be getting a kick out of it and she asks me about what I do for a living to continue the conversation. Before I can answer, the nurse calls her name to go to the back to see the doctor. "It was very nice to meet you," she starts, "You're funny."
"No, I should be thanking you for that Oscar-winning performance," I said quietly.
She smiled, glanced at RF Guy and then disappeared behind the double doors. I look back over at RF Guy and he looks like a lobster. I can't believe this guy is so upset. Does he hate black people so badly that a conversation with a white woman blows his lid?
A few minutes later, the nurse calls my name. I don't even look the direction of RF Guy and his son as I make my way to the back. Hopefully, I won't need a police escort to get to my car in the parking lot once I'm done. I'd hate to get outside and find RF Guy and six of his friends standing next to my car. After all, this is Mississippi.
I come out of the doctor's office and look around the waiting room. No RF Guy. I walk to my car smiling to myself thinking about everything that happened. I probably ruined that racist's day. I can't wait to get back to work and tell someone how I pissed off a white man. How people let other people's business affect their lives is beyond me.