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.