I made a quick stop at Target after my Jazzercise class this evening. I was loading my items on the conveyor belt when the cashier, a handsome Black man, yelled Jazzercise!, referencing my t-shirt.
"I see you gettin' it in," he said.
I smiled. "Yep, I gotta get it in."
"You married?" he asked.
"No," I said, "not today."
I shrugged, "I just haven't met anyone."
"Oh, you must want to be free," he said, bagging my items.
I looked at him confused. What was he talking about?
I swiped my credit card to pay.
"Yeah, I know how yall are," he said. "Women today say they want to be independent but then they don't want to spend their own money."
"What?" I said, signing the credit card equipment pad.
I was taken aback.
"Yeah. I listen to Steve Harvey. Come back and see me and I'll tell you a little more about that."
I gathered my bags and left the store.
Now was all that called for?
What solicited such a response?
Is that the way Black men view Black women nowadays?
I couldn't tell if he was angry, frustrated, bitter, disappointed or just mouthing off.
What do yall think of what he said?
Holla at me...