I was driving today to go get some jelly beans. (Jelly Bellies must have crack sprinkles or something! because otherwise I have not left the house.) And, as I'm driving down the street I see someone dressed up in an Uncle Sambo costume dancing near the entrance of a strip mall. Presumably, this guy is being paid by some vendor who has decided that the best way to get Black folks to patronize your establishment is to have someone dress up in a ridiculous costume and then go stand near traffic. No Uncle Sam costume? Don't worry, the Statue of Liberty, or a gorilla costume work just as well!
What does that have to do with wireless phone service? Or carpet instillation? Or anything for that matter other than a costume store? Who did the market research and came back with, "Okay, on the Black side of town, let's generate business by dressing people up in funny costumes!"
"Man poor people love costumes! Great idea, Stan!"
I couldn't help myself. I felt this inexplicable urge to pull into the strip mall, pausing of course long enough to ask Sambo which store he was dancing for, and then go make a No Money Down- No Payments Until 2009!!! purchase.
Why don't you see that shit on the North side of town?
"You know, Brenda I wasn't sure where to go to buy track lighting for the bonus room, when there I was driving down Coriander Ave., and this woman was dressed up like Betsy Ross! Just sewing away... So, I pulled into the strip mall and found all kinds of goodies!"
"You don't say! You know, Janet, that's how I found my chiropractor. I was just determined to drive around town until I saw someone dressed up like a manatee, and sure enough Dr. Gregg has been the best for my deviated septum."
"Your nose?"
"He's the best!"
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