Chronicles of the Speed Djinn: the Origin

Why do they call you the Speed Djinn?

It's funny. When I get off work I ride my bike through 35th street. A few of the businesses there are owned by muslims. There is a grocery store that I go into sometimes if I don't go into Mr. George's Self Improvement Center, to buy either juice or water.

The co-manager of the store asked me one day if I was muslim since I always greeted them in arabic and knew what her customers were talking about. I told her no. She knew I worked in the post office nearby. I actually handed her mail.

One day I was in there, someone said “oh, that's the speed djinn.” I laughed.

“Why you call me that, g?” I asked chuckling.

“One time,” he said, “I saw you loading something on the dock at the post office. I got in my car and drove here. When I got here, you were already here buying a bottle of water. Then I saw you go outside and drink the water in one swig. When I got out there you were gone.”

“Oh,” I said, “makes sense.”

So it stuck.