I went to a childhood development training session through my agency last week, and this funny comment stuck in my head. A woman was retelling some anecdote about driving some ghetto kid home from a volunteer function (I'm paraphrasing; I don't think she said "ghetto"). She remarked that yeah, she'd drive out to the projects 'cause she really don't care.
I couldn't help but to think "Wow, she's super-tact." Oh, and she's white.
Okay, see, well, you'll be hard-pressed to find the Tiffany driving through any of Durham's bad spots because we statistically have way too many murders for a city our size. And I'm too young to die.
However, I will be driving through the sticks tomorrow to drop off some supplies. And I will be making a stop at at least one trailer park. Now, I'm country. Not exactly Britney Spears country, but I'm country enough to know that country folks like to keep guns loaded and cocked. Hell, my grandma had one just in case some fool tried to break and enter. Thankfully, she never had to take it out in my presense, but I knew where it was.
Even knowing that, I'd rather take my chances out in the boonies any day. I speak the language. I've got mud splatter on my Jeep. I'll blend in.
Posted by Tiffany at August 21, 2006 02:59 PM | TrackBack