Well, it happened today, I guess I wasn't shocked, I had just never given it a lot of thought before.My wife does some secret shop visits, did two today at freeway truck stops. Each one took maybe forty five minutes, so I spent some time in the parking lot, near the entrances, so I did a lot of people watching while I waited, and it was quite busy, Memorial Day and all, a steady stream of people paying for gas, getting snacks to eat and a whole lot of bottles of water.
Mid-way through the second stop, at the TA station and store, I suddenly realized that I am now one of a minority, white, male, Caucasian.
Then I started wondering why, so many different ethnic groups were celebrating Memorial Day, or perhaps they were just all traveling, coincidentally.
I now have a slight insight into what it is like being in a minority. Regardless of race or ethnic background, or whatever country a person comes from, they love Popeye's Chicken, Pizza Hut and bottled water, and, after seeing all those hot, tired exhausted folks, I was glad we weren't traveling, just getting two Jimmie John's subs and going home.
