magic happens everywhere

this morning in the UC i went to get some coffee and a donut (chocolate covered Bavarian creme, no exceptions), which i love. there are three basic types of people who work in dining services nowadays: the quietly mentally-handicapped, panicky managers, and sassy black women. one of these groups hates their job with a passion and does nothing but make this evident. guess who.

today, though, there was a new type of person which i found surprising. intrigued by the new fauna, i looked to see what his role in his new setting was, which was making up songs out loud while wiping things off.
one little ditty went,"swing low sweet CHARIOT, amazing oh my looord! gospel songs from the southern SOOOOOUTH!"

he then started laughing and looking for other people to laugh with, but only found a disgusted and unsupportive coworker making Whoppers. the black women at the register stared with contempt. they could say nothing, just as i can say nothing when thugs drive by on their 22's bumping to C-Murder. i smiled, took my donut, and enjoyed the melodies.