My daughter, Emile, attended a picnic pot luck lunch at college that coincided with the final exam process. She told me that she planned to bring fried chicken. I said, “confess up front to the students that you’re part black.” Your chicken is award-winning and the black people at school will wonder if you’re part negro because it will be better than their momma and their grandma’s chicken.
Her reaction was, “you are so racist”.
Yeah, of course. I’m also islamophobic and all of the other things.
She took the chicken, it was a massive hit, and a black student came up to her and asked, “are you part black? Because that chicken is even better than my grandma makes!”
Naturally, she immediately texted me with a ROFL.
Sometimes the old man isn’t as dumb as she thinks that he is.