I caught an earlier flight home from Midway, did the half mile trek across the Detroit Metro, and got to the shuttle van to my parked car.
Now, I don’t take the fancy shuttle, nor do I park in the Airport lot with the rest of the yuppies, I take the shuttle with the people working at the airport.
On this shuttle is a very, very large black woman who works at Taco Bell, a tiny black woman who works at another restaurant, and the driver, which happens to be a black woman. I was invisible as the conversation started:
Very large woman to the tiny one: Why are you sitting like that?
Tiny woman: I’m tired.
VLBW: Really? It’s not something else?
Tiny woman: I – am - tired.
VLBW: You sure?
TW: What? Am I knocked up? No, I’m just fat. I don’t need more kids, I’ve already got two.
VLBW: Don’t say that, children are a blessing.
TW: Lord I have received that blessing, let’s move on and bless me with something else.