Mar 2, 2008

Moving day with Wiwille

Friday was moving day for me. While this is not interesting in and of itself the company I kept was entertaining to say the least.

My new roommate Pablo threw out his back so he recruited some friends of his girlfriend to help out. I show up at his place to help move his stuff and I come across two young burly looking guys Mitch and Brennan. Both had a rural demeanor, but seemed like pleasant folk. We loaded the truck pretty quickly and as I stepped up onto the Uhaul to shut the door I hear a noise. The sound that almost echoed the neighborhood was my jeans ripping right up my crotch. Brennan looks at me and states that he heard a rip. I told him that it was indeed the case. Considering my pants were all packed up I couldn't change them. Sigh.

We drive the Uhaul to my place and quickly pack the truck till it's full and start to head out. I ride with Mitch and Brennan in the Uhaul as we make our way down Martin Luther King Jr Blvd. We start to drive by the memorial park dedicated to the civil rights leader.

"Look Mitch," Brennan says. "It's Martin Luther King Park."

"Hey," Mitch exclaims. "Is that where they shot the nigger? Hahahahaha"

I shoot him a look as we sit in silence.

"Oh," he says with a bit of embarrassment. "I'm sorry. We're from Buckley."

"Well," I said. "I'm from Longview."

"Same thing then," he said with a laugh.

"Not in this case," I said.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

We travel down MLK to Rainier Ave. As we travel to Renton the boys were making all sorts of black jokes making fun of spinning rims, jeans that are worn around the mid thigh, and various other items associated with young black culture. We drove at a slow pace through the neighborhood. We pass all sorts of graffiti soaked buildings, bars in windows of various homes, cars that look and sound ridiculous. The boys kept making fun of everything they saw. I want to say something, but I don't. I just sit and keep quite as they tuned the radio station to modern country and bragged about their big diesel trucks. Sigh.

We arrive as the new place and get ready to unload the truck. Next to us is a cute girl in short pigtails. Dressed in tight jeans and even tighter shirt she was bent over under the hood of her car filling it with oil. Mitch makes comments about how he'd fuck that until he dies, then goes over to offer assistance. Him and Brennan help the girl up and chat her up a bit as they deduce the issue with her car. I keep hauling items up to the place as they both try and charm the girl.

As luck would have it her boyfriend shows up. He gets out of the car and introduces himself as I'm still unloading the truck with an exposed crotch. The girl calls a tow truck and her and her mate cuddle up against the car. Mitch makes comments to me about how she's been looking at him while touching her guy.

"Yeah," I say. "She's all about you."

"You know it," he says. "That guy doesn't know how close he is from losing his girl to me."

I could tell he wasn't kidding. Considering Mitch believes he's the funniest guy on the planet and laughs at all his jokes you know he's serious when he says something without chuckling.

Truth is this girl's boyfriend was really good looking. He's far more attractive then any of us, especially me with week old scruff, tattered tshirt, and jeans with a huge hole that shows off my boxers. Still one can always dream.

The boys did remind me of people I grew up with which is sad when you think about it. I probably should've lectured them about the benefits of not making racial jokes, but like my hometown friends they had to experience life outside their bubble to really have that hit home. I guess I can admire someone for speaking their mind no matter how disgusting their speech can be, but these guys just happen to be less educated than most and are really a product of their environment, just like the people they ridicule.

All this being said we couldn't have moved so quickly and efficiently without their help. I gave them some cash for helping us out as they did say they were unemployed. I'm grateful for their help if not their company.

"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live." - Martin Luther King, Jr.

5 comments:

whatigotsofar said...

Hope the new place brings you much joy and good times.

Scott said...

Well, like you said, at least you got moved in. Grubby about the help though that sucks.

Anonymous said...

I despise ignorant people.. I think I told you that today.
But I hope everything works out awesome at your new pad and your new roomie.
- SW :)

Miss Ash said...

The first half of this post made me cringe, the 2nd half had me laughing. Especially "That guy doesn't know how close he is from losing his girl to me." What a moron.

PS I heard on the radio that someone can win a date or something with Scarlett:

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20181466,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines

Wiwille said...

WIGSF - Thank you.

Scott - Yes they sucked, but at least they helped get the job done.

SW - Preach on sister.

Miss Ash - Thanks for the link. It obviously had to become a topic for my blog. I guess I'm that predictable.