The Native American fellow sitting cross-legged on the cafeteria floor looks familiar. I swear I’ve seen him before. He’s dressed in a simple white collar shirt and tan pants – not all done up in the movie-style garb with feathers and all that – but you can tell he’s Native American. He just looks like he should be in the Grand Canyon crying over piles of garbage, or have his profile on a nickel. Not to be racist – he just has that look about him.

Ok that sounded racist.

Anyway, I think he’s a Sioux Indian, so to further demean him, I’ll just call him Sioux.

“So who is this?” Patch says.

As I lift my hand to my chin in thought, I notice the beaded leather bracelet on my wrist.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “We rented a log cabin in the Grand Tetons National Park for Game 6.”

“Oooo, a cabin,” Patch says. “Fancy.”

“Not quite,” I say. “I spent the first hour swatting bees that had come in through seams in the walls.”

Cut to me and the kids running out the cabin door screaming and waving at air.

“Anyway, while an exterminator sprayed the place, we strolled over to the gift shop-slash-Indian Art museum.” I nod at Sioux, then display my braceleted wrist. “He sold me this.”

There is a period of confused silence.

“Relevance?” Tooth says.

I show it to them again. “Isn’t it obvious?” I say.

Blank stares.

“Look at the colors,” I say. “Purple and gold.”

Still, silence.

Laker colors,” I say.

bracelet

Exhibit A: The bracelet (yeah, I'm hairy)


People nod. The get it, but aren’t impressed.

I turn my attention to Sioux and lean forward in my chair to have the same conversation I had at the Grand Tetons Indian Art Museum.

“Excuse me sir?” I say.

Sioux startles, as if he had been asleep with his eyes open. I remove the bracelet and show it to him.

“I bought this bracelet from you yesterday,” I say. “It didn’t occur to me then that it was purple and gold. Those are the colors of my team’s arch-rival, the Lakers, and I’m concerned that this purchase may jinx the Celtics’ chances to clinch the championship for Game 6 tonight. So I was wondering if I can return it.”

The old man just stares solemnly, his rugged features stone still.

“That’s how I’d look at you too,” Patch says. Annie cackles.

I ignore them.

“Please sir,” I say. “I went on a tour of Jackson Lake this morning, and the flag on the front of the tour boat was yellow and purple too. I don’t think the Celtics can take this much negative mojo. If you would be so kind to just give me back the 25 dollars, I’ll give you back the bracelet.”

boat_flag

Exhibit B: The boat
(I had to steal the flag and "retire" it, of course)


Twenty-five bucks?” Bandana scoffs. “Damn.”

“I was on vacation,” I snap, and look at Sioux. “What do you say, sir? You look like someone who understands superstition.”

Annie smacks her lap in amusement.

“Oh no you didn’t,” she says.

I nod. Yes, I did.

Sioux’s face twists. “The economy is tight,” he says. “I can take back the bracelet, but I cannot return your money.”

“Well, you see, if the transaction isn’t completely undone, I’m afraid it could still be a problem,” I say.

“I don’t have your money,” Sioux says. “I spent it on dinner.”

I stare at him.

“I told you, the economy is tight,” he says with a shrug.

Patch looks confused.

“He doesn’t sound as Native-Americany as I thought he would,” Patch says.
“He’s like fourth generation,” I say. “They don’t talk like cavemen anymore.”

I return my attention to Sioux.

“So what do you say?” I ask. “Can we get this done?”

Sioux remains still and emotionless.

“What about a green one?” I say. “Can I exchange it for a green one?”

The old man ponders and looks up at me, his eyes distant and cold. His leathery lip turns up a bit in a half smile that seems to contain the accumulated wisdom and knowledge of an entire race of people.

He gathers himself to speak.

“Go Lakers,” he says, and evaporates into thin air.

************

Links:
Travelling: Intro / Book Jacket, Chapter 1: Cribbagegate, Chapter 2: Two e-mails, Chapter 3: Pattern, Chapter 4: Shattered, Chapter 5: Hilarious Pee, Chapter 6: Suicide, Chapter 7/8: Coaching High school, Shark attacks and appetizers, Chapter 9: June, Chapter 10: 18 and oh no, Chapter 11: DNA, Chapter 12: Peanut Butter Sandwiches, Chapter 13: Tom Brady and the McGuffin, Chapter 14: Game 1, Chapter 15: Who the H is John Havlicek?, Chapters 16 - 17, Chapter 18: Game 2: Great White, Chapter 19: Pickle, Chapter 20: Marty McFly, Chapter 21 / 22: standard deviation, all the pretty flowers, Chapter 23: Game 3: Black Hills, Chapter 24: Twister, Chapter 25: Game 4, Chapter 26: Patriotic Agony, Chapter 27: Locusts, Chapter 28: skype, Chapter 29: Click, Chapter 30: Superman, Chapter 30: Ass Brunch Chapter 32: Mammoth, Chapter 33: Pathetic, Chapter 34: Purple and Gold, Chapter 35: Chowdah, Chapter 36: Mastermind

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12 Comments:
Anonymous allison said...
Purple?

Bracelet looks more Golden State than Lakers to me...

Anonymous EuroGuy said...
Oh no you didn't!

I am starting to feel really sorry for Doug. He is doomed.

Blogger Evil Ted said...
Clearly it was purple and gold enough to put the hex on. Don't take my rationalizing away from me, allison!

ET

Blogger Evil Ted said...
EuroGuy - Sympathy for main character - check!

Blogger Javi said...
the ending was simply epic LOL

Blogger Wormboy said...
The frisson of racism. Nice.

Blogger Evil Ted said...
Not much makes me laugh heartily at 11:13 p.m.

Slowly growing to love you, Wormboy.

You had me at frisson.

ET

Blogger Wormboy said...
Bromance, cool.

I've got a great vocabulary, but I'm not a particularly good writer. So the respect is mutual.

Anonymous Anonymous said...
I don't really understand these entries...

Blogger Evil Ted said...
Anon - See previous responses to people who don't get it. I can't help you.

ET

Blogger lordhenry said...
"Go Lakers"

Lol the mystical power of the forum blue and gold....wait a sec?

Where was that sioux guy this year?

Must be from Dallas.....

Anonymous Anonymous said...
what is your facebook or twitter ?? ,your mail.. my e-mail is jaodane@hotmail.com your blog is interesting

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