Weird Dream

I had a weird dream last night! I dreamt I was in one of the poorer sections of Detroit.

Sidebar: Yes, Detroit is coming back. But there are still plenty of places you really shouldn’t go…

I was wearing my usual work clothes – an old, dark blue tee shirt that has small holes in it and my crappy brown pants (they have white paint splattered on them and the bottoms are all frayed.

For some unknown reason, I was crossing the street, pushing my lawn mower towards an old lawn mower repair shop. When I got in front of it, there was a curb I had to get over. So, I stopped and pushed down on the handle, bending over to raise the front wheels.

Just then, something hit me painfully hard in the back of my ankles. I turned around and there was an old, shabby black man, pushing his lawn mower (that’s what he hit me with).

I said, “What the hell’s the matter with you? Didn’t you see me?”

He said, “All I seen was a rich man!”

I yelled, “Look at me! Do I look rich?”

He calmly said, “Well, you white, ain’t cha?”

Then I woke up.

I'm still trying to process that...