guess who made a slave comment to a group of black people on MLK day
yeah, that was me.
J [whose grandkids were helping him bring donated items into the nonprofit]: my grandsons are trying to negotiate with me. they want me to pay them 50 cents an hour.
SARAHK [who would have made this comment anywhere and obviously doesn’t think before she speaks]: that’s like slave labor. i’d take that.
B [J’s stepson] and R [J’s wife]: ooooooooooh.
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
SARAHK [trying and failing to recover]: that’s like what kids in sweatshops make. i think you should pay them more.
at this point, B, who loves to laugh at me when i say stupid cracker stuff, is stomping off, laughing his butt off, and R and J are both giggling at how stupid i am..
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… maybe i should try just one more time, make it about the kids, which it was before i started swallowing my foot whole…
SARAHK: i think you should pay them at least minimum wage.
J [laughing]: what is that, like 5-something? there’s 5 of them!
at this point there was a change of subject. thank goodness.
one could almost say you were forced to eat jim crow :D
January 16th, 2006 at 11:20 pmoh no you dih-ent, sirkisser!
man, and i thought i had a gift for that kind of thing, sarahj. hee!
January 17th, 2006 at 12:08 amThis is a delicate and sensitive issue. There are certain sensibilities that must by accomodated.
One possible recovery from your terrible, terrible faux pas would have been a cheery “Oh, by the way, I think it’s just wonderful that you’re here involved in volunteer charity work. So few Kneegrows are, you know.”
Then you could have broken out in a few bars of “Old Man River.” Or “Free Miz ‘Liza,” if you’re more into authenticism.
January 17th, 2006 at 1:27 amBy the way - sirkisser, that was a good one.
January 17th, 2006 at 1:28 amAt least you didn’t tell him to get his cotton-picking fingers off of that stuff.
January 17th, 2006 at 1:36 pm(smile, this will prob. get blipped, but…) I guess you can get the gal out of the cracker barrel,…but you can’t get the cracker dust off the gal….We all commit accidental verbal faux pas, blondie. I remember saying to an Afro friend of mine that he had gotten a good tan on his vacation. (Actually,..he had!). We both cracked up! Except my face was red, I am sure….
January 18th, 2006 at 4:37 amdid anyone see the Rodney Carrington show last night? talk about your fauxpas…it was funnier than a one-armed man in a corn husking contest (wait…it was about a one-armed man and Rodney)…funny stuff that Rodney.
January 18th, 2006 at 9:58 ambtw - don’t feel bad…recently shared an elevator with a lovely black lady and her nephew…i said “so are you out having fun wits yo mama?”…i have got to stop listening to Bernie Mac.
Chocolate hater!
January 23rd, 2006 at 10:48 pm