Four Fool

It was yesterday, Friday. So my daughter and I were running late, and I had to stop to get gas. I go to the gas station anticipating it not taking long to pay for my gas, but boy was I wrong. Nine people in front of me played the lotto. I was already aggravated, when the last old man who had to play the lotto looked at me with a look on his face that said “Girl, I wish I could let you go in front of me, but I gotta play my numbers”, but then he asked the cashier if he could have “Foe” quarters. OMG! I wanted to scream “It’s four quarters, not foe”. Of course he was one of “us”, and of course the cashier was not. I almost could read her mind; she was thinking the same thing I was.
So I ask myself why? I probably know why he said “foe” instead of “four”, because he was old, and I guess maybe didn’t know any better. It is socially acceptable amongst our selves to use African American vernacular, but damn it people I wish we could keep it between us. Why do we have to let them in on language, when after all they don’t understand, and think less of us when we do?