Only in Philadelphia

As another weekend full of fooseball, friends, and fun came to an end, I woke up with what could only be described as a case of the Mondays.  A day full of dish washing and laundry folding, with mild dosages of homework would have been a nice relaxing day, had it not been for the four-hours of trying to distinguish the slurred words of a stuttering Indian TA, better known Economics class, that followed.  My feelings could be best summed up by Joe Purdy...

However, it was to my pleasant surprise that for the second week in a row class was let out early....after only 25 minutes.  I used the extra time to stop by the book store and pick up my B Law Text, and a stick of deodorant.  After this purchase, I began my usual strut down Chestnut Street towards the Little Patch of Heaven known as the B Lud.  My first out of the ordinary sighting was of an exuberant young couple playing with a new puppy on a field.  This sighting brightened up my day, but only about 10% as much as their public display of admiration for each other sickened me.  The world was not this happy, and I knew something along my walk would prove this theory to be true.

A safe bet for such anger was of course in front of Club Atlantis, formerly Club Wizzard's...a strip club under a Chili's restaurant with a lunch special around the corner from my house.  A drunken unkempt white man was being thrown out, and stormed across the busy street while shouting back at a well-dressed African-American.  I was only a witness for a brief few moments of this excursion, but my experience begins as another much older black man (see picture above, but replace hat with fading blue cap with a bald eagle on the front)  looks over at me and begins to comment on the situation...

"He betta not say the N-Word...If he say the N-Word, you know that there's gonna be bout 15 boys running out of the corners to beat his ass." - Him

"Haha" - Me (as I remove my headset)

"You know better not to shout out the N-Word... Don't ya?" - Him

"Yeah, but I'm not really they type to drunkenly stumble out of a strip club at 6:30 on a Monday." - Me

"Haha, yeah.  I only go for the $5 cheesesteaks!" - Him

"Ha" - Me (as I awkwardly laugh back, hoping to have not offended him)

"Hahaha, I'm just pulling your shit...I guess you only see things like this in America. Haha" - Him

"Only in Philadelphia" - Me