Wa I real confuse
Now first of all, one time a form like that would just have “sex?” . . . male or female. Now it asking you what you identify as.
Either I getting too old or the world gine ’long and leaving me, but nowadays I getting real confuse.
Like for instance, my insurance company once wrote me a letter, telling me that they needed me to bring in proof of my address.
So I took in the same letter they wrote to me, and told them that this was the proof that I lived there, ’cause I get the letter.
They said that ain’t good enough, I needed to bring a utility bill. Well, I told them that if their letter to me, which I received was not enough evidence, then a utility bill was the same thing. And that was ’bout five years ago and I ain’t pay them no more mind with that, ’cause really and truly them had me confuse.
Hey, now here recently, I was at a medical place filling out a form. As usual with them kinda forms, it asked for my name, address and date of birth. But when it got to “sex”, it asked me to tick one, and it read, “I identify as”, and here were the choices; male, female, transgender or other.
Now, first of all, one time a form like that would just have “sex?” . . . male or female. Now it asking you what you identify as.
Now, I know that I is a male and I have the plumbing to prove it. I also know what a female is and I also have a pretty good idea what a transgender person is.
But up to now nobody can’t tell me what this “other” stands for. So, I could only assume that it means that you identify as an animal or vacuum cleaner or some other thing.
Anyhow, I gine down further on the form and I get to a part bout sexual orientation. It had, homosexual, bi-sexual, lesbian, heterosexual, and other. This “other” again.
Well, I know what the first four meant, but what is the “other”? ’Cause to me, you either like sex with man, or woman, or both, so the only thing I could think ’bout is that “other” would have to mean that you like having sex with animals or vacuum cleaners. Seriously, I left that place real confused.
Like last week, I turning ’round in my house and hear the pipe at the side of the house running real hard. So I rush outside to see if it had broken away or somebody had damaged it and went long.
’Cause recently, I had a underground leak, and one month my water bill came in for over $1 000, and I had to pay a man $500 to find the leak and repair it. So right now, I does be watching my water bill like a mother hen watching a chick.
Anyhow, when I get outside, I see a woman under the pipe washing off her feet. She looked at me, ain’t say ‘good morning’ nor nothing so, all she said was: “Skipper, I thiefing some of your water”, and continued washing off her feet.
So, I stood there confused and watching her, till she finally told me that she was taking a short cut across the vacant lot next to me and stepped in a pool of muddy water.
Then, she turned off the pipe but it was still dripping, but as she walked past me I said: “Yuh left de pipe dripping, though”, and her reply was: “Turn it off for me, I in a hurry to get up the road to catch the bus”. Up to now, she ain’t say thanks or nothing so.
Well, well, well. Now, day before I heard the pipe running again, and when I look outside I see the same very woman under my pipe washing off her feet again.
Again, she ain’t say good morning or nothing so, all she said was: “It is me again”. See ya.