True story: many years ago, someone in the office where I was working decided to make a "milkshake run" during a particularly tiresome day. The "someone" happened to be a black woman. When she came to ask me what flavor, I said "vanilla", because that just so happened to be the milkshake flavor I like. She just about fell on the floor laughing. "What's a white girl like you doin', drinkin' a VANILLA milkshake?!" she hooted. I was dumbfounded. But, apparently -- as I learned that day -- black people drink vanilla, white people drink chocolate. And THAT'S the way it is.
I remember it as a "teachable moment" in my life, but maybe not for the reasons she thinks. /sarc
p.s. we can only imagine if the tables were turned and I was the one laughing at a black co-worker who had the audacity to choose a chocolate milkshake.
When theres a black worker at Chipotle and they ask which rice I want, I feel like instead of white, I should answer, Umm, the one thats not brown? ;)
At one point in time I worked in an office where it was just me and a black guy. All of our reliefs or extra help were also black. Walked in one day with a box from the local fried chicken store and one of them asked me what I had. Would not believe me when I told her gizzards and tator tots. She kept going on about how white people don’t eat gizzards. Heck my Daddy was from California and he loved gizzards.