Whitey McBurger

Today I had a lesson in racism.

Lesson may be the wrong word...display is probably better. Let me explain.

I just recently moved from one office to another within our facility. Now, I'm sitting in a cube next to a guy I've know for a couple years. He's a mid-twenty something, goofy white guy. Goofy in the sense that his flavor of humor is more shock than funny.

Anyway, we ended up going to lunch today with another guy. There is a burger joint called Culvers nearby, they have really great hamburgers cooked in butter. Oh, the sweet heart clogging flavor!

As soon as we walk in, this friend says in a normal speaking voice:

"Sure is dark in here. Didn't expect that."

The first thing I do is look up at the lights. Then I get it. At first, I can't believe that this dumbass just announced to a restaurant full of black people that he's a racist dickhead. So, what do I do? I try to salvage the coversation and steer it back from the brink of the Nazi party.

I say: "They need to check the lights."

Lame...dear God that was lame.

So that's how the rest of the lunch went as well. He'd sit there and make racial slurs while I tried to find a way to melt into the vinyl seat.

I don't think I'll be going to lunch with Johnny Whitehood again.

In a completely unrelated topic:

Why did they make another Basic Instinct movie? This sequel is about 12 years too late. This plays right into my theory that Hollywood has run out of ideas.