So Miami. This place is interesting. I am greeted by new, different, exciting, annoying, odd, ridiculous, and unimaginable things on a daily basis. Maybe it's because I have been living in the bubble of Provo, UT, for so long, but I really don't think even Virginia can compare to the craziness of Miami. I was expecting to feel a little out of place when we first moved here, but even with those expectations things surprise me every single DAY.
Yesterday, for example. I decided to go to 7-11 during my break because I was craving some DP. I pay for my drink, and as I am putting away my card/wallet, a black guys comes up to the register and buys two cigars. (everyone here smokes. Whatever.) I end up holding the door open for him since we are leaving about the same time. I then proceed to get one of the stares I get daily. I usually assume that this stare is because I am glaringly tall. I tower over most people in Miami, and I get told on a daily basis, "Wow, you are so tall!" (Weird, I didn't know that??) Utah was filled with tall people. It spoiled me.
Yesterday, however, was a different story. This stare was more in-depth. The man proceeded to say to me, "Wow, you are tall." (...long pause, as if thinking how to put this best...) "You, know, you don't see many tall, thick (uses hand-cupping motion, as if holding a butt), white girls. hehe!"
Umm...thanks?? Haha. I had forgotten that this happens. Comments(/compliments??) like that don't really happen in Utah. Now, growing up in Virginia for a large part of my life got me used to people admiring a large backside, (which both Katie and I were so luckily endowed with) but this was just another level. Thank you middle-aged black man, for pointing out my tallness, my bootyliciousness, and my whiteness, all three of which make me an odd bird here in Miami. Thanks for showing me once again that Miami is in a world of its own.
14 hours ago