A Misadventure revisited

I’m your regular, average, not very exciting,
College educated, cubicle dwelling nobody;
But not really.
In actuality, I’m a not so regular, above average,
Fairly exciting person with an over active imagination,
Full with imagery of, well, stuff…
And don’t tell anybody
But I sell houses too.
Now for clarity I tell you,
I’m a dark fella
Bloodline from the ole dark land
A Diasporan, I made that word up,
But you get me, I’m black.
So out where the other folks live
I was out trying to show a house,
In my new car
In my best clothes
In my prettiest smile, white teeth
And smooth skin, dark brown,
A bit reddish.
Standing by my shiny new motorized conveyance
Breathing that clean crisp air.
No one around.
I liked the houses,
Out where the other folks live.
So solitary, with no one around.
But all at once I had company
Friends I was expecting
Three cars worth,
All with initials ending with the letters PD.
And I smiled at the first officer,
Gave a firm handshake and
A business card and
With a smile I said,
“I knew you I would see you eventually.”