Let Them Eat Cake
(I’m a young African-American man who is working at the dessert bar at the restaurant. An elderly lady walks up to the bar and selects a slice of cake.)
Me: “Hello, ma’am, how are you today?”
Lady: “Good, good. Say, do you have any smaller slices of this cake?”
Me: “No, sorry. All of the cakes are pre-cut in the back.”
Lady: “Oh, all right. I would just hate to waste.”
Me: “Well, I’m sorry, ma’am. Tell you what, I can get a knife and cut that piece in half for you?”
Lady: “Oh, yes, please. I’d hate to waste, you know, with all the American children out there starving. Did you grow-up starving? I’m sure you did.”
Me: “Haha, no, ma’am.” *in my head* “THIS B****.”
This story is part of our Juneteenth roundup!
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