I made a major faux pas yesterday evening. I drove straight from work to pick up the mentee for our activity. I called her to tell her I was on my way. Since we were going to be late (activity started at 5:30; I get off work at 5:00; 20 mile trip--you do the math!), I asked her to just come on out to my car. The rest is as it happened:
"And I'm not driving my black car. I'm driving my blue ghetto car; it's way old."
And as soon as I said it, I realized that was not the most appropriate thing to say to A) an 11 year old who B) is black, and C) lives in err...not the best part of Tulsa.
I'm sure sure thought nothing of it judging by her laugh, but I felt awful.
Ohandbytheway, if you're attending an event where there are children, could you please not wear an outfit that shows your midriff? How about trying to keep your dirty white thongs (I swear) IN your pants and not 3 inches ABOVE? It's just not classy. Especially where there are kids. Could you also not go to the other room and talk on your cell phone about how you're "just about done here" (said like, "Ugh! I hate being here!") and how your's going to McNellie's after the event? Why? Well, the general idea here is to set a really good example for these kids all who have at least one parent in jail. And I'm not saying there's anything wrong with the outfit, thongs, bar conversation, going to a bar in most circumstances, it's just that I think they get enough of that stuff elsewhere. I take it back. That outfit made me want to puke because you're like 30 pounds bigger than I am. And I wouldn't be caught dead with my wobbly bits exposed. You were just disgusting. You looked like a flowery whale wearing white thongs that had been drug through the mud. Nice cleavage, though. Once again, not something I'd show kiddos. That is, if I had cleavage.