First of all:
matt_mcl: FANDANGO! I love it. I absolutely love it.
ShibbOleth: The possum story made me choke on my spit.
Baker: Ever noticed how Fred doesn’t spend much time picketing Black churches around here? I’ts 'cause they send their biggest and manliest out to threaten to beat his ass to a pulp.
As for MY story, it’d have to be the Rodney King riots in Atlanta. I was a senior in college, and attending class on campus when the verdict came out. By the time I gathered my SO and started to head home, the shit had hit the fan. SWAT teams on campus, people screaming, people running, people throwing stuff (anyone remember the repeated video footage of that cop getting knocked down by a rock that someone lobbed at his face?)… My friend was in a science lab, and someone tossed a smoke bomb or something into the building. She passed out, and had to be carried out by a classmate.
Though we’d taken my car to campus, I was too shaken up to drive, and so handed the keys to the SO who, instead of taking the damn highway, insisted on driving through downtown Atlanta to witness the happenings there.
Then the car overheated and stalled, right in front of a Macy’s that was being looted. I sat, slackjawed and wetting myself, while my boyfriend contemplated running into the Macy’s for some free goodies.
He didn’t. By then I think he could tell that I wanted to lob a rock at HIS face.
Anyway, we eventually got on our way again and got home, where I had no fewer than EIGHT messages from friends and family members in other cities, freaked out about where I was and begging me NOT to do anything stupid (like loot a Macy’s?).