Today while at Publix, I was getting a rotisserie chicken dinner from the deli when I met a guy named Ken. He was the one working behind the counter taking my order. I know his name is Ken because he introduced himself and shook my hand. I also know that Ken sharpened the knives yesterday, gets off at 7, has a thing for blondes, works two jobs, one at Publix and other at Golden Coral, and he doesn’t really like black people.
I know all this because either Ken is a freak and really loves to share or I just have one of those faces that screams “tell me things that let me know you’re a racist”. Either way there are some things you should just keep to yourself
