I took the ferry into Seattle for what feels like the first time all year. It's been months, anyway. I needed a web development book, and I needed it that day. Experience has taught me that even the "good" bookstore on my peninsula stocks 2.5 shelves of "iPhones for Dummies" for every programming book, so I don't even try here anymore.
Once at the mall in Seattle, I held a door open for a gentleman about my age. It's a bitter game I play: How many doors can I hold open for Seattle people before someone deigns to thank me? My record is 13. This gentleman, however, ended my current streak at 6.
"Thank you, brother," he said, cheerfully enough.
I'll never get used to white guys calling one another "brother." Ever. Even "Brother Thomas," my childhood priest-in-training, always rubbed me the wrong way. (And holy crap, did that sentence ever come out spectacular. I'm changing nothing.)
An hour later I was on my way home, and the young white cashier called me "brother."
Okay, so apparently this is a trend I missed out on? Will someone let me know when it's run its course?