So I woke up this morning to a pending comment (from someone named Anonymous) about that recent post about my trip to Pei-Wei.
Just one question, did you burn the cross before or after your meal ?
Wow, really, we’re jumping to not just the racism thing, but the KKK. Why am I not surprised?
Though I guess I should clarify the whole KKK thing. Yes, when I was five years old, I did go for Halloween as a ghost. I don’t remember what the costume looked like myself, but I am told that I did kind of look like a member of the KKK, without the swastikas and pointy hood. But it’s not like that counts, right?
Also, it’s true that some of the family on my mom’s side are members of the KKK and probably have burned crosses in the past. It should be noted, though, that I haven’t even been around any of them in close to ten years.
But the main reason I didn’t burn a cross was two-fold: First, at 107 degrees, I figured it was hot enough outside without something burning. Secondly, the Phoenix area had, at that point, gone a little over a month without any rain and I didn’t want to take any chances of burning anything else down, because that’s just irresponsible.
I should probably note that the last paragraph was laced with sarcasm, since people seem to never understand that sort of thing.
On a serious note, anybody who *really* knows me and didn’t just stumble across a blog post of mine while doing a Google search for “pei-wei manager fired” would know that I’m anything but a racist, cross-burning idiot.
And that’s where I’m leaving it.