George came back by to get his whiskey.
"I poured it out!" I told him.
He wasn't pissed, but he was perturbed.
"Why are you dressed like that?" I asked of George's khaki pants and Polo shirt.
"I'm dressed as a white guy for Halloween," he said with a big toothy grin.
I burst out laughing. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. George relished the attention.
"Momma said I should dress this way more often," George replied.
2 comments:
That's hilarious. On a local station, callers can send in questions, c/o "Ask De White Man" (their name for it, not mine) to a man who answers them. One of the questions was, "Why do white people always tell you how far they drove on their vacation?" I never realized we did that. Funny to see yourselves through the eyes of others.
Oh my Andrew. I laughed so hard when I read that. He is a funny fellow.
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