Saturday, December 13, 2014

Reality Check

Someone needs a dose of reality.

D: People tell me I'm spoiled. I'm not. I work for everything I have now.
Me: Your car?
D: ...... Oh. Um. Shut up. Everything else.

Point proven in .8 seconds. I didn't even mention the iPhone, the fact that she doesn't pay her cell phone bill, or that since she doesn't pay rent she can afford to blow her money on 18,000 bottles of lotion, body spray, and perfume.

Friday, December 12, 2014

When Cheesecake Leads to Racism

Last night the Texan and I went to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. I'm always boggled by the fact that the servers there wear all-white uniforms. I mean, all I have to do is look at a plate of food and I end up with half of it on my clothes. I really hope they don't have to pay for their uniforms. If I were forced to wear a white uniform, I'd spend my entire paycheck on my stupid uniform.

Anyway, that thought led to this little conversation. (Side note: our server was a black lady.)

Me: Why do they have to wear all white?
The Texan: That was racist.
Me: What? What was racist about that?
Tex: "Why can't they all be white?" That just sounds racist.
Me: That is NOT what I said!!

And people wonder why I have white guilt.

Thinking about blogging that little bit, I realized I would have to call him something. Which led to this little exchange.

Me: I need a name for you.
Tex: Stud.
Me: You're not an 80's porn star.

Incidentally, he has given himself a porn name and whole (imaginary) porn persona. I may have met my match.
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