Another world
We drove home Sunday from visiting with friends in Burlington North Carolina. On the way home, we kept an eye out for flea markets where I might find some interesting piece of junk for the upcoming flower show and the design I am doing.
We spotted the BIG FLEA MARKET billboard and determined to stop in and see what they had. We fell into another world. A world of stun guns and fried twinkies. Hip slung babies and chihuahuas. Conversations drifted by, "I don't do no..." and a variety of other languages.
This was not a world in which I was comfortable. I saw my Oxford-shirted husband walking down the aisle and thought he stood out like a spot light. He is comfortable pretty much anywhere and with anyone. He views my uneasiness as prejudice, but it is my isolation from much of the diversity of the world that leaves me unprepared.
We spotted the BIG FLEA MARKET billboard and determined to stop in and see what they had. We fell into another world. A world of stun guns and fried twinkies. Hip slung babies and chihuahuas. Conversations drifted by, "I don't do no..." and a variety of other languages.
This was not a world in which I was comfortable. I saw my Oxford-shirted husband walking down the aisle and thought he stood out like a spot light. He is comfortable pretty much anywhere and with anyone. He views my uneasiness as prejudice, but it is my isolation from much of the diversity of the world that leaves me unprepared.
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