We DO Have Diversity...Short White People, Tall WP, Plump WP, Thin WP...

I admit it. We live in the suburbs, not OFFICIALLY, but for all intents and purposes we do. Our subdivision is a mere 9 minutes from downtown Austin, but demographically is miles and miles removed. We moved here from inner-city Dallas, and the ethnic diversity in our old neighborhood is one of the things I miss most. (Not so much the drug dealers next door, the home robberies, the battles over "gentrification".) However, the schools here are the best in the area (and arguably the state) and the size-for-the-money-while-still-being-close-to-downtown was right. That said.....it is VERY white-bread here. We have a few token Asian and Indian families, but that's about it. Our church mirrors the community. While we go to public spots and travel, our children really don't see "people of color" much in their day-to-day lives, except at the grocery store. I have a confession....I am CHEAP. If there is a deal to be had on things I buy frequently, I will seek it out. Thus I shop at HEB ,which has the lowest prices on groceries anywhere. Their stores are also clean, well-stocked, and they have dedicated "customer with child" parking...I love that. My store is in South Austin, and many Hispanics and African Americans shop there, along with the white folks from the 'burbs even farther out than mine. The other component to this story is Tivo.We Tivo shows that we would never watch on live tv (admit it, so do you!). We Tivo Pimp My Ride.Yes, it's a bit trashy, but in that car-accident-on-the-side-of-the-road kind of way that you just can't avert your eyes from. And sometimes the kiddos are around when it's on.
And that, children, is where our story for today begins......
So we're in HEB, turn down the cereal aisle, and my beautiful older son screams at the top of his lungs: " XZIBIT! From CAR SHOW!!!!!" Needless to say, Xzibit was NOT picking up a box of Fruity Pebbles at my S.A. HEB, but there WAS a very nicely dressed, young African American man wearing corn rows and a dewrag, who, from the back, might have resembled Xzibit to my ethnically-challenged offspring. After making the decision not to turn around and go down some other aisle far, far away on the other side of the store, I told the Critter that it looked like X, but really wasn't him, and that not every young black guy is X. Either the guy was really good at acting like he didn't hear, or he just didn't care, because there was NO WAY he didn't hear.
Geez....we've got to get across I35 more.......