Okay, so this happened. I realize this is a tiny thing in comparison to the out-and-out dangerous levels of racism out there, but it was still gross and infuriating and upsetting.
And obviously I am not a victim of racism, we were just kind of witnesses to something.
Second, I realize this is going to sound a little on-the-nose but it happened, and @rocketspouse and I made a point of memorizing every word, because it was just so...gross and random.
Everyone involved in this story was super-white, including us, remember.
Now, as most of you know, we live in the boonies, the closest town is very small and the few stores that sell supplies and groceries are out of a lot of things. With a second lockdown coming up, we went to the nearest actual city to do some shopping, taking all precautions.
Guys, I don’t like to brag, but I just booked a vacation at the beautiful Four Seasons, which I presume is a hotel, in Philadelphia, next to what I can only assume is some sort of day spa by the lovely name Fantasy Island.
Relaxation, here I come!
The Yelp reviews say you can smell the popular local barbecue ovens next door...mouth watering! Supposedly they use a method called the ‘Delaware Valley fry rub’ that makes the meat just fall off the bone.
This is going to rock, you guys!
Holy crap, I just checked google Earth and a walking corpse keeps tucking in his shirt outside the spa...he’s tucked it in like six times already.
What if Picard isn’t just gay but SUPER gay and when he says ‘Earl Grey, hot,’ he doesn’t mean tea, he’s ordering up his favorite member of the British gentry in assless chaps?
Here’s the actual Earl Grey of Thiddlewich-On-The-Thames, Viscount of Piddlesworth Abbey.
Remember how in his greatest fantasy, he’s a private dick?
I don’t know how it’s relevant but it’s fun to say. ‘Dick.’