I attempted to take my lunch break at 4PM in the so-called break room (unfortunately, not breakdance room) to enjoy my gross, healthy food in peace and failed miserably. I chose that time specifically because I thought, "Who the hell takes their lunch break at 4PM? I should be okay." A few minutes after my Birds Eye broccoli with cheese sauce meal was finished in the microwave, this big fat black woman, think Big Momma's House starring Martin Lawrence, walked in and said, "Phew, smells nasty in here."
There are a number of ways to take that. Would you like to go over them with me? I believe we shall. 1) It did not smell like fried chicken and collard greens so it sucked for her, 2) the scent of any kind of vegetables or fruit is nasty...except for watermelon of course, 3) or she just hates anything and everything white people make.
That sounds very racist. HEY, MY BEST FRIENDS ARE BLACK/HISPANIC/INDIAN/ASIAN. Do people still say that after they say something disparaging about another race? Fried chicken and watermelon are some of my favorite foods and so I've always gotten along well with African-Americans.
I'm gonna go make grilled cheese.
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