prism

Two transporters, black.
One pregnant white nurse, Serena, and me.
And one enormous Patient. It's going to take all four of us to move him to his new digs.

While we're all waiting to figure out what room Patient's supposed to be transported to, we're watching his TV. A Johnsonville sausage commercial plays; the only black man in the commercial enthusiastically accepts the offer of a sausage fresh from the grill, asking his white host, "Do I look like a chicken man to you?"

Transporter 1: "Why, yes, as a matter of fact, you do."
Transporter 2: [snickers]
Serena: "Mmmmm, chicken...that sounds so good!" [pats belly, leaves to pee]
Me: [looks at Patient, prays silently he's not listening to us]
Patient: [who happens to be black; looks at me, smiles. Fuck.]

Ah, diversity. Don't underestimate its inefficacy.