Well I love white people so you're all right with me.
Cool. Now if we can just get white people to like white people...
Bruh, you always know just what to say and when to say it. Funny. On a serious note, just yesterday I was in Winter Park, Florida, near the train station, walking with my wife, doing some window shopping for a restaurant to have dinner in. A friendly old white man waved us down and asked, 'What are you two looking for?' My wife turned to him and said, 'We’re just window shopping for a quiet place to have dinner, somewhere we can talk.'
You see, we’ve been struggling with savings lately because the price of everything has gone up, and we wanted to discuss our financial plans away from the kids. Anyway, this guy graciously gave us the rundown of restaurants that fit our criteria, which I found pretty helpful. My wife, who’s a bit of a romantic (always loves wholesome moments), thanked him and asked for his name and what he does for a living. He smiled and said, 'I do nothing,' and then elaborated that he owns multiple businesses that make him a lot of money.
Somewhere along the lines of the conversation he asked us how long do we expect to live? I said according to statistics I'm lucky to be 51. Then he went into his younger days—being single, owning a mansion with over ten cars, thirteen TVs, and rooms he never even walked into. Somehow, this evolved into us sharing our financial struggles and wanting to start our own business instead of working for someone else. I thought this may be another opportunity to find some leads & connections in real estate investment (what we're planning to do).
The conversation ended on a positive note. He told us that we have more in our relationship than he ever had, and that he’s dying of cancer and doesn’t know what to do with all his money because everyone in his family is either already ultra-rich or dead. My wife offered him a prayer, which he graciously accepted, and we parted ways.
As we walked off, I asked my wife, 'Do you think he’s out here looking for people to give his money to?' She said, 'I didn’t even think about that. Why do you ask?' I said, 'Well, he basically chased us down out of nowhere, and the conversation felt like he was about to drop a Willy Wonka golden ticket on us. But I’m probably wrong. If he really owned all those businesses, he’d know how to make a proper offer.' She laughed , but I was seriously wondering if we missed out on a billionaire blessing.
Some white people are weird but still lovable.
Sorry for the derail yawl.