I was sitting outside the climbing gym on a lovely spring afternoon when a short black man and a lanky tall white man approached me with a flyer. "We are hosting a stand-up comedy show at our house tomorrow at 6 pm," the black guy said in a flat, dry tone. I took the flier and replied, "That sounds cool," but instead of following flyer hand-out etiquette and moving on, the two men just stood there. "So, will you be coming tomorrow," said the black guy, and his compatriot looked at me expectantly. Neither seemed funny or able to hold a conversation, but I agreed; I said, "Sure, I'll be there."
A Year of Community
A Year of Community
A Year of Community
I was sitting outside the climbing gym on a lovely spring afternoon when a short black man and a lanky tall white man approached me with a flyer. "We are hosting a stand-up comedy show at our house tomorrow at 6 pm," the black guy said in a flat, dry tone. I took the flier and replied, "That sounds cool," but instead of following flyer hand-out etiquette and moving on, the two men just stood there. "So, will you be coming tomorrow," said the black guy, and his compatriot looked at me expectantly. Neither seemed funny or able to hold a conversation, but I agreed; I said, "Sure, I'll be there."