I'm a cracker
I needed a beer last week. Needed. It was a tough week and I could think of nothing better to do than guzzle a couple of cold ones. That sounds dirty. I stopped by the gas station next to my house to grab a 6-pack on the way to Steph’s. When I got to the register, the same black guy that has sold me beer for the past 6 months, asked me for my ID for the first time.
Me: Seriously? I am in here all the time. You don’t remember me?
He: You people all look the same.
Me: Seriously? I am in here all the time. You don’t remember me?
He: You people all look the same.
11 Comments:
ROFL!!!!!!!
It was just his ploy to get your name and address so he can google you and start stalking you...
ehm...
At least I hope not!!
V
i wouldn't be surprised. black men love me. the other day, i was in the parking lot at the gym and a guy pulls up in a black Escalade with camouflage accents and gave me his number. he was wearing a camo vest with a fishnet shirt underneath and had christmas lights on his dashboard. i cannot think of a better example of someone i'd like to take home to mom and dad.
I know he didahn't!
I'd I.D. you every time, Crystal. It keeps you in sight longer. Can't trust a cracker once out of site.
snorting iced tea out of my nose at chris!
ouch.
He was thinking, "once you go white, you'll be 'ight."
hahahahahaha. that was funny..
Oh my gosh!! So funny and fabulous comments.
I would be seen as a wheat cracker, since most of us halfbreeds look-taste the same. Too many innuendos there.
As one man of less distinct ethnicity said to me once, "Get off of my lawn, you wheat cracka´-ass-cracka´!
Good for himn, that is hillarious!
Scott
hahaha...
i get that all the time. not the gettin i.d.'ed. it's the "you people all look the same" comment. Sometimes, sometimes, i want to punch them in the face.
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