“Freeze, boy!” The security guard yelled.
Malcolm was riding his bicycle around a fairly wealthy part of town. When he heard the command from the security guard, he brought his bike to a screeching halt. “Is there a problem, sir?” Malcolm asked.
“Show me some identification, boy,” the guard said. Malcolm reached inside his jacket for his wallet. The guard pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Malcolm’s head.
“Whoa, dude,” Malcolm said, “I’m getting out my ID as you asked.” Malcolm handed the guard his driver’s license.
The security guard looked at the license and then looked at Malcolm. “You’re not from this neighborhood. You better have a good reason for being here, boy.”
“Not yet,” the guard said.
“What’s next?” Malcolm asked. “Are you going to arrest me for being black and riding a bicycle in a white neighborhood?”
“Don’t you be impertinent with me, boy!”
“Oops, that’s the fourth time you called me boy,” Malcolm said. “I’m 22, I’m a senior in college, and my father is the chief of police. I’ve been recording this conversation on my iPhone since you told me to freeze. I hope you’ll enjoy being unemployed because I’m going to have you fired.
Written for these daily prompts: MMA Storytime (freeze), The Daily Spur (bicycle), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ridiculous), Your Daily Word Prompt (late/oops), Ragtag Daily Prompt (what’s next), and Word of the Day Challenge (hope).