You racist bastard ....
I hope I can get this out clearly.
I tend to jump from rabbit hole to rabbit hole and things sometimes come out convoluted.
Today may be one of those days but I have such an interesting story to share I will give it a shot.
I have been around quite a bit in my life. I have seen and been the target of people's sociological ignorance, intolerance and segregation on many occasions.
It looks like to me people are very insecure and try to surround their selves with others that look and act just like them. It is just the natural order of things.
This isn't coming out right so I will just get to my story.
I was working for heat exchange company that specialized in on-site repair. I was about 26.
One time I had to go to Dubuque Iowa to repair a chiller in the basement of the coolest hotel I have ever seen.
The hotel was one of those that had a piano bar and a few stores right in the lobby. Apparently it was a popular hangout with Al Capone when he was on the lamb.
At this time I had long hair and ear rings. I wore a bike riding leather jacket every place I went and normally wore a bandana on my head.
Let's just say I never looked like someone you should take home to meet Daddy.
I was going to be working with a technician from California. I met him at the job. His name was Francesco aloha. He was a Mexican that had come to the United States about 20 years prior. He spoke good English but with a very thick accent.
The job appeared to be going to take a few days and the hotel gave us a room. Of course the room was a shoe box on the 10th floor at the back of the hotel. We could only use the freight elevator to go to and from the boiler room in the basement.
Francesco was the man. He was pretty sedate and calm. He was very good at the work we were doing and had a lot of experience.
So towards the end of the job we were both in the basement working on the chiller when the job boss came into the basement.
Francesco spotted him and leaned over and told me to pay attention.
He said watch. The supervisor will talk to you rather than me because I am a foreigner. I laughed because this job was all about Francesco and his experience. I was just there to help him. Also Francesco was about 45 years old. To me it was kind of obvious he was the boss on this job.
So the boss walks up to me and Francesco. Looks directly at me and ask how is the job going? So I turned and looked at Francesco and asked him how is the job going? Francesco told me it was good and we should be done tomorrow afternoon. I turned and looked at the boss and repeated exactly what Francesco told me. Now mind you we are all about two feet apart. The boss asked me several more questions and I continued to do the same thing. That f***** actually stood there and acted like Francesco wasn't the one answering the questions. He was literally ignoring Francesco's presents. I think I even saw the humor in the situation while it was happening and got a little giggle.
After the boss left I looked at Francesco and exploded laughing. Francesco joined me. Then of course he had to say I told you so.
Francesco didn't seem to be bitter about it because I guess this wasn't his first rodeo dealing with this type of thing. But I have to say he took it very well.
I was in complete dismay over the fact that three adult professional men just played a game of real life phone booth.
I tend to jump from rabbit hole to rabbit hole and things sometimes come out convoluted.
Today may be one of those days but I have such an interesting story to share I will give it a shot.
I have been around quite a bit in my life. I have seen and been the target of people's sociological ignorance, intolerance and segregation on many occasions.
It looks like to me people are very insecure and try to surround their selves with others that look and act just like them. It is just the natural order of things.
This isn't coming out right so I will just get to my story.
I was working for heat exchange company that specialized in on-site repair. I was about 26.
One time I had to go to Dubuque Iowa to repair a chiller in the basement of the coolest hotel I have ever seen.
The hotel was one of those that had a piano bar and a few stores right in the lobby. Apparently it was a popular hangout with Al Capone when he was on the lamb.
At this time I had long hair and ear rings. I wore a bike riding leather jacket every place I went and normally wore a bandana on my head.
Let's just say I never looked like someone you should take home to meet Daddy.
I was going to be working with a technician from California. I met him at the job. His name was Francesco aloha. He was a Mexican that had come to the United States about 20 years prior. He spoke good English but with a very thick accent.
The job appeared to be going to take a few days and the hotel gave us a room. Of course the room was a shoe box on the 10th floor at the back of the hotel. We could only use the freight elevator to go to and from the boiler room in the basement.
Francesco was the man. He was pretty sedate and calm. He was very good at the work we were doing and had a lot of experience.
So towards the end of the job we were both in the basement working on the chiller when the job boss came into the basement.
Francesco spotted him and leaned over and told me to pay attention.
He said watch. The supervisor will talk to you rather than me because I am a foreigner. I laughed because this job was all about Francesco and his experience. I was just there to help him. Also Francesco was about 45 years old. To me it was kind of obvious he was the boss on this job.
So the boss walks up to me and Francesco. Looks directly at me and ask how is the job going? So I turned and looked at Francesco and asked him how is the job going? Francesco told me it was good and we should be done tomorrow afternoon. I turned and looked at the boss and repeated exactly what Francesco told me. Now mind you we are all about two feet apart. The boss asked me several more questions and I continued to do the same thing. That f***** actually stood there and acted like Francesco wasn't the one answering the questions. He was literally ignoring Francesco's presents. I think I even saw the humor in the situation while it was happening and got a little giggle.
After the boss left I looked at Francesco and exploded laughing. Francesco joined me. Then of course he had to say I told you so.
Francesco didn't seem to be bitter about it because I guess this wasn't his first rodeo dealing with this type of thing. But I have to say he took it very well.
I was in complete dismay over the fact that three adult professional men just played a game of real life phone booth.
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