lobsterchick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's Not About Race, It's About the Level of Holiness Someone (I don't remember who) at work once became horrified because I made some generalization about the people who come to the gospel shows at my theater. I couldn't figure out why, until I realized that she thought I was being racist. Which I wasn't. Black people who come to concerts or musicals at my theater don't act like the black people who come to the gospel shows. So I guess instead of being racist, I'm religionist. So be it. At any rate, more often than not, this is the exchange with the gospel-goers: GG: I'll take a Hennessy and Coke. ME: We don't serve mixed drinks at gospel shows. GG: agape, to friend. This is a gospel show? GG's Friend: All Tyler Perry shows are gospel. GG: Give me a soda and a bag of M&Ms. ME: putting a bag of M&Ms on the counter. GG: Don't you have peanut M&Ms? ME: Yes. ME (in my head): But I am not psychic. ME: What kind of soda do you want? GG: What kind do you have? ME (in my head): Look at the menu, asshat. ME: Cokedietcokespritemisterpibbpinklemonade. GG: I'll take a Sprite soda. ME (in my head): A Sprite what? Because everything we sell comes in a Sprite variety, so good thing you specified. ME: scooping ice into the cup. GG: affronted LESS ICE THAN THAT! I ONLY WANT THERE PIECES OF ICE! or, if I only put three piece of ice in it, FILL IT UP WITH ICE! DAMN! ME: obliging. GG: How much is it for that soda? ME: Three dollars. GG: THREE DOLLARS? FOR THAT SODA? ME: Yes. GG: Various and assorted cuss words and/or unintelligible mumblings to friends. ME: That'll be five dollars. GG: Hands me a hundred-dollar bill, gets his/her change, then walks away without tippng. ME (in my head): Thanks, punkass. ME: Enjoy the show!
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