This is a snippet of an actual conversation I had with a Brother in the city last week. (and by 'Brother', I don't mean a family member) He was in a security uniform, I was walking with a friend, and I just couldn't resist making conversation. This conversation would have never happened with a Jewish guy.
MM: Hey, what's going on? Why's there security here?
Brother: They're filming a movie here. You girls from out of town?
MM: No, we live here. Are you from out of town?
B: Nah, I'm from Brooklyn.
MM: No way... Where in Brooklyn are you from?
B: Crown Heights. You know it?
MM: Serious? I got friends there!
B: Ya right - you have friends who are black?
MM: Ya, why not? Don't you have white friends?
B: You wanna be my friend?
MM: Haha - my friends in Crown Heights are Jewish.
B: You're Jewish?
MM: Ya, you can't tell? You think all white people look the same?
B: I know that there are Italians and Greeks and Irish and Jewish people, but I can't tell the difference. But in Crown Heights the Jews have those curly hair things.
MM: Not the Jews in Crown Heights. Those Jews just have beards.
B: Yes they do. Come over and I'll show you that they do.
MM: Hey, I like your grill.
B: Thanks - I got diamond cut.
MM: My friend's grandmother has a grill.
B: Oh ya?
MM: She's Russian.
B: Hahahaha. You're hot.
MM: No, you're hot.
B: Haha, no, for real, you're fine.
MM: No, you're fine.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
love, Maidel at 1:47 AM