My First trip to Inglewood...
So I went to a job interview today for a fancy-schmancy restaurant in Manhattan Beach. The interview went really well except for the very last question he asked...He looked at my address and said, "Do You live in that West Hollywood area?" I was kinda taken aback by the question and he quickly covered his ass by saying, "Oh, I mean I am new to the area and just trying to get my bearings straight." Hmmmm, ok...
After my interview I went to Costco to get some goodies. I mapped it on my phone and found out that the nearest one was next to Hollywood Park Casino. So I headed up there and parked. I had no idea that I was in Inglewood til it was too late...This is where the offensive part begins. I think I will label this blog, Stereotypes...
I got out of my car, and Stereotype #1 occurred, a large tall man, probably almost 9 feet tall and about 3100 Lbs was pushing his cart while doing a "Gangster Lean," yes a Gangster Lean... I flashed my card at the door and notices a sign that said no personal checks...#2
I did not get past the mouthwash/body care section before I heard another Inglewoodian holler at his hoe, "You such a Chicken-Head, Get off yo damn phone." At this point I had busted up laughing, and had to escape to the frozen food section, where the old lady(who was, contrary to recent occurrences, very pleasant) was sampling Mickey Mouse Fried Chicken Nuggets. That's # 4. I went to the meat section, and all they had for chicken was drumsticks...skin on...no kidding. #5. Not a Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast in sight. There were signs throughout the store printed in English and Spanish that read, "Mind Your Children." Now that is not really a stereotype, however when the image on the sign is of the silhouetted woman dragging child dragging doll:
Which as we all know, pertains to immigration. So for the sake of making them seem more racially insensitive, I am going to tag that as #6.
I was loading my groceries into my car. It was hot as hell, so I turned my car on and rolled down the windows while i loaded the trunk. My CD player started and broke into "How Many Licks" by Lil Kim as a Woman was getting her two kids out of the car right next to me. I almost tripped over my own feet trying to get to front seat fast enough to turn my radio down. She just shook her head at me and shot me a dirty look...Why wouldn't that happen, right??
On my way out of the parking lot, I ran into THE other Caucasian patron. Or so I thought, when i passed him he was asking for change....
So my first/last trip to Inglewood was satisfactorily non-eventful, and I got a kick out of the Tyler Perry-esque generalities and stereotypes that I saw. David always claims to be a little bit "Hood", after living there for 6 months. I always give him crap about it, but now, I think I should give him a little more street cred! Haha
Oh Inglewood, you are always up to no good...
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