Don’t Be Russian To Conclusions
My mother is in her eighties. One day, I come by while she is having a party with a few of her old-lady friends. The issue of race-relations comes up.
Old Lady #1: “I don’t see why anyone would have a problem with black people or Mexicans.”
Old Lady #2: “Right, we’re all the same in God’s eyes!”
Me: *Thinking* Gee, how nice to hear all these old people saying—”
Mother: “Except for those d*** Russians!”
Old Lady #1: “Yeah, and they stink, too!”
Old Lady #2: “And they eat soup with their bare hands!”
I was a bit bummed, but then I remembered that they had all lost family, and then their whole country, to Russian invaders.
Question of the Week
Has a customer ever tried to cross you and lived to regret it? What happened?