Stupified...

Our plumbing foreman decided I was an okay person when he discovered I have a Harley. The other day he came into my office to tell me the Myrtle Beach bike week is this upcoming week, and he will be taking a few days off this week to attend. Here's how the conversation took a weird turn:

Me: Oh cool, I will have to look into that. Sounds fun.

Him: Yeah, and black bike week is the following week.

Me and Tim: Umm, when only black bikes can go? (totally lost on this one)

Him: No, black people.

Me and Tim: Oh........

 

Only in the south. 

Further puzzling me, Tim, my "swears he's not racist" safety guy, says - "probably better that way, they cause a lot of trouble." I felt like I had stepped back in time, and felt a little dirty, after that whole conversation. It's amazing to me that we have a whole groups of people in this country who can't get over themselves and move on. Sadly, that applies to more than just this topic.