Last spring I made a two for one trip to California. I spent a week out there. The first part of the trip was in So Cal visiting my sister and her family. This was a lot of fun. I got to watch my nephew play t-ball, take my nieces on a "camping" trip, and zipped around on Molly's pink scooter. At the end of the visit I flew up to San Jose to visit a friend. She played pro soccer in San Jose. My sister and family joined me for my friend's game in LA before I flew north. The soccer team was getting into San Jose a few hours after me, so I needed to find something to fill the time.
I took a taxi from the airport to what I thought was going to be the closest Starbucks to her apartment. The taxi pulled into the lot and while he was filling out my credit card slip he kept the meter running. At the point we pulled into the parking spot the meter was around $16.50. By the time he was done it had reached $19.10. Well, I had already decided to give him $20, so it was his loss that he made less of a tip. I'm not paying for your time running my credit card.
After getting out of the taxi I set up shop in the corner of the Starbucks with my carry-on luggage, backpack and computer bag. I was going to be there for about three hours. About 20 minutes after I had settled in, a older gentleman entered the store and sat down at the table next to me. He had a portfolio of room and building designs. It was no surprise he turned out to be an architect. This was good, since he didn't turn out to be a great person for the "San Jose Welcoming Committee."
He spent the next 25 minutes talking to me as he waited for a client to arrive. In that short time I learned lots of stuff about this man. Not all of it in sequential order. These things I learned: he left New York because of the blacks, he doesn't like San Jose because of the foreign nationals, and he sat down next to me because I was the only white person in the store. I was stuck between utter shock and bizarre entertainment listening to this man expunge on his extremely racist and bigoted ideologies. He was a self proclaimed racist.
At some point in the 'conversation' he started talking about the economic situation in the county. From that portion of the conversation he explained that the main two groups destroying our country are the Jews and the Presbyterians. Apparently, the Jews run all the banks and the Presbyterians run all the newspapers. Both are controlling the national through their respective channels. While I've heard the first accusation before, the second was a new one for me. Conspiracy theories and Presbyterians aren't usually in the same conversation.
Eventually his client showed up and we parted ways; me still in shock, and him unaffected by his thirty minute rant. Welcome to San Jose?
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