Power to the People

Lamenting on the lack of people at the jazz concert last night, I yelled at my church-ride companions for not opening themselves up to high culture.

Moi: Seriously, where were you people last night?

Brian: Excuse me? You people?

(Realize that my audience is Asian Boy, White Boy, and Black Girl, and that, since so many race jokes have transpired between us, they think I'm making a comment. I wasn't. I tried to defend myself against the overly-racially sensitive crowd, but they wouldn't let me, so of course, I gave in.)

Moi: Fine, I meant Black Girl. Where were you people?

White Boy: She was at the basketball game.

Black Girl: With my fried chicken.

Moi: (Turn to White Boy) And where were you?

White Boy: I was watching Friends. And reading Art in the Bible.

(Car chuckles at apropos White activity, including Asian Boy, who's largely left out of all this because he's focused on driving and committing as many traffic violations as he can in very little time)

White Boy: Seriously, though, I was reading Art in the Bible, I just got it.