366/2012: Day 66 Hoodie
366/2012: Day 67 Drive Through

In Which I Learn Another Lesson About Judging Books By Their Covers

On Sunday we had a mattress delivered. Two Latino guys made the delivery. As I was following them into the bedroom, I noticed one guy had a tattoo on the back of his neck. It read, simply, "Fuck The World."

I started to make some assumptions about him. (Use your own imagination.) Unfair, yes, but I'll admit I'm human, plus I was about to get schooled.

As they were walking out, the tattooed one kept glancing over to our dining room which seemed odd. I made another assumption-maybe he was casing the joint? (No, I'm not proud of myself.) Then at the door he said, "Does your husband play cricket?"

I said, "What?"

He repeated the question and I said, "What? Cricket?"

He said yes.

I said, now totally confused, "No, why do you ask?"

Then he said, "You have a cricket ball."

Kurt walked in just then and heard the conversation. We laughed as he picked up a squeezey ball made to look like a cricket ball that our British cousins had given us. It was in the dining room.

I said, "Why did you ask?"

He said all excited, "Because I play cricket!"

We chatted briefly about that then he was on his way.

This is one of the many reasons why I love LA.

And I'm grateful to be taught a lesson about making assumptions about people.