True story.
Scene: Mississippi in May at Sonic. Took the nieces there at 9pm for ice cream. Parked in our car like most people usually do. An African American police officer kept walking in front of car over and over again every 5-10 minutes or so.
Shana: “Okay, this guy is really starting to give me the creeps.”
Heather: “Aunt Shana, we did park on the black side, ya know.”
Shana: “????!!!!”
Segregation is truly alive and well. Very sad. We asked the girls if we should move and park on the other side but they said no because there were no other cars there.
This goes right along with the general rule of needing to wait for at least “10 miles or so” until you have last seen bars on the gas station windows before you can stop at a gas station to use the restroom. Several times Adam has made me “hold it”!
Sad.
What?! Wowsa.
Crazy.
That IS weird. So, black people park on one side of the Sonic and white people park on the other?! How the heck do people know they’re supposed to do this? I’m glad you parked on the “wrong” side, and I’m glad you didn’t move.