On our way home from Charlie’s tonight, Prairie and I got a sudden hankering for ice cream and stopped into the Baskin Robbins just down the street from our apartment. A couple of teenagers were hanging out in the store, chatting with their friends behind the counter.
Sitting at one of the tables, a skinny black kid, decked out in street-standard clothes (sneakers, baggy jeans, oversize t-shirt) said, “I don’t think I could live with you people.”
His friend, a heavyset white guy with longish wavy hair in slacks, shirt and tie laughed and answered, “White?”
“What!?” the black kid said, and all of us started laughing. “I didn’t say that!”
“You said you couldn’t live with ‘you people’…!”
“Party animals!”
The white kid laughed again. “White? Dude, you’re not supposed to be playing the race card….”
“Yo, man, no, party animals….”
“You keep talkin’, all I’m hearin’ is ‘fuck whitey!'”
By this point, all of us were cracking up. Absolutely hilarious, good-natured needling between friends.
exactly, the world is much to politically correct these days, rock on