We had waited for today like it was the second coming of Christ. Perhaps that was our first mistake. Today is the day President Obama came to town to rally for Madam VP Harris. The event took place at a Clarkston stadium. My friend who knows the mayor of Clarkston hocked us up with close to the podium seats. Put on my Isicholo (Traditional Zulu hat) and went to witness history.
This morning, I had to work at 3 polling stations from 6a to 2p. Immediately after which I headed to the Stadium, located at 30 min. Event was set for 5:30p so even with traffic, I figured I had ample of time. Wrong. We waited in line for hours and when it got to us, fire marshalls came screaming: “We are capacity, everyone, go home!”. Like, can’t you just make us sign waivers that if the stadium collapses we won’t sue…
People tried different strategies. Some tried begging. That didn’t work. Others tried going around the building. That didn’t work. Others tried waiting it out hoping things could change. That didn’t work. As I was preparing to leave, a Zimbabwean brother approached me saying I reminded him of home because of the hat. Incredibly frustrated by the sheer jubilation of those inside, we decided to go get comfort tacos.
While there, as if the night had not been movemented enough, the man shared being ethically non-monogamous and I had no words.
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