note to self: be wary of strangers.

so i'm walking down my street and i run into chris, (who's leaving to cat sit the neediest cats on the planet with the exception of superweasel) so we stop to chat a bit. at some point i notice a big black guy walking down the sidewalk towards us. so what, right? when he gets maybe 8 feet away he says "excuse me" and silly me looks at him because i think he's going to ask me the time or something, i dunno. he actually meant "getdafuckouttamyway" as he's planning on continuing his path straight down the middle of the sidewalk and as i lean (clearly not enough) to one side he kicks me, hard, on the side of the foot. (way to perpetuate black stereotypes loser) i was shocked to say the least, and again my (not-thinking) reaction is to say "sorry" outloud which only causes him to turn around (still walking away praise jeebus) and say something like "next time i see you it'll be your (expletive?) face!" then chris gives me a don't say anymore look (not that i'm bloody likely too cause hello, people who kick you may carry guns too) and he keeps walking down the street. we kinda watched him (me outta fear) because he kept looking back at us and when he got near the end of the block he gave us (well me obviously) the finger. it occured to me that if my brother had been there he woulda kicked his ass, so it's probably a good thing he wasn't! i really hate feeling afraid, especially to walk down my own street, but by tomorrow it will be forgotten. there's a reason i don't watch the news. upon returning home i remembered that when i came out of the subway station people were trying to give me flyers for black history month. funny that.