Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Pizza Boy Racial Tolerance
or
On Hearing My Own Jokes Used At Me


I stopped at our local pizza shop, they make arguably the tastiest pizzas in New York (this particular argument will never be resolved).

He asked me where my sister was.

"She's away, I'm taking care of her place and her dog."

"Where'd she go?" He inquired.

"India!"

"India!? She will come back with a dot on her head." He mused.

...I found that strangely racist and insulting.

I mean it's cute when I say it.
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Notes

Dead Victorians
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