Tuesday, January 5, 2010

"I'm only in this song because I'm a..."

After returning from vacation, my 6th grade enrichment class shared interesting stories from their breaks. After the entire class was dismissed, M, came up to me and was nothing short of ebullient while describing the following "interesting" story:

M: "I meant to tell this in class! So, I was with my dad, and we were in line, and he has zipper pockets to keep stuff in. So the guy at the counter was like, 'Oh, that's 20 dollars,' so my dad pulls put his credit card from the zipper. Then, he puts it back in the zipper. And the guy was like, 'Can I see your ID?', so my dad unzipped his other pocket and took out his ID. When he went to put it back in his other pocket, his credit card was missing! So we asked the guy if he had it, and he didn't. So we looked around, and it wasn't on the ground. And then my dad turns to the guy behind us in line, who was black, and asked why he took it. And he got really mad and was like, "I didn't take it!". And it turns out he wasn't a thief, he was just a black guy next to us in line! My dad found it in his other pocket later."


You can bet I was relieved!