I had to go to the ER because I was hyperventilating a little too hard---I was attacked by a group of black teenagers on my way to work this morning! They brandished kitchen knives at me and demanded for my purse. So I gave them the purse, which contained nothing practically as I was lucky enough to have forgotten my wallet at home! Sure I lost my hair brush, lip gloss, and tampons. But I'm sure the black criminals were happy with some of the Popeye's coupons I had stashed in there somewhere.

At any rate, when I got to the ER, they assigned a black doctor to me. Just what I needed, right? I swear, I thought I was going to die from cardiac arrest! With a little bit more effort, as I was ready to pass out from the stress, I blurted out, "I want a white doctor, not a witch doctor!" Dr. blackie looked at me funny as if I was the person of color in the room, and she huffed out of the room. Thank God a white, gentleman-like physician came in soon after to save me from my distress.

So was it so wrong of me to want to be treated by a real doctor?