Dealing With Racists Can Be Ownerous

(I am eating dinner at a cafeteria. I see a waitress being incessantly berated by an elderly woman.)

Waitress: “May I help you to your table, ma’am?”

Customer: “Just listen to that redneck accent!”

Waitress: “I grew up in Texas, Ma’am. Many of us—”

Customer: “It’s still WHITE TRASH TALK!”

(The waitress keeps her composure, and helps the elderly woman to her table. The customer starts talking to her grown-up children at the table.)

Customer: “She is a no-class nothing! White trash! That’s all she is!”

(The waitress finally takes a deep breath, and walks up to the elderly woman’s table.)

Waitress: “You’re calling me white trash. Do you know that I own this franchise?”

(The elderly woman’s eyes narrow at her, as though trying to figure out if she is lying or not.)

Waitress: “If you’ll look at that plaque, that’s mine. It says I own this franchise. And, ma’am, you need not come back here again.”