2 (black) ladies.

1) The other night I went to the black neighborhood bar with a friend. There was this older 40s (black) guy with a fedora and a wifebeater on sitting at the end of the bar, and this early 50s (black) lady who was built like a brick, only squatter, comes in, with a tight short dress on that's like a pale green with leopard spots, and she had a silver lame purse as big as she was, and sunglasses on that were one long thin rectangle, and her hair was cut short and dyed blonde.

Anyhow, she came in and sat down next to the guy, and then later went up to the jukebox and put some money in, and then sometime later when "One Nation Under One Groove" came on, she started doing that head-bob thing in her seat, and you knew that that was her song that she had put on.

Also, she didn't smile, but she didn't seem that mean, either, just that she didn't take any shit from anyone.

2) Yesterday when I was at the local Walgreen's, this little (black) kid pushed one of the Obama talking pens - you push a button on them and you hear him speaking a line from one of his speeches - and that made his (black) mom look at that, raise her eyebrows, and be like, "Now that's special."

(I've noticed this, that black women say the word "special" to mean something like "just on this side of retarded, and kind of out there", the one black faculty assistant at work says I'm special all the time.)