Why I Should Not Babysit Your Children Part 2,056

(Warning: This post has swearing in it. I also mention race. I know. In 2009!)

So, I like to eat southern food and BBQ. And that translates in Chicago to mean I frequent a lot of African American food establishments. It's not like I am going out of my way to be cool and going to eat where black people eat - trust me I AM NOT COOL - more like in Chicago the term Southern Food pretty much means Black Food or Soul Food.  I am usually the only white person in line. And that doesn't bother me, it's just an observation.

I bring one of my friends to my favorite BBQ place - Wallace's Catfish Corner.  She brings her daughter with, as this is in the middle of the day. She's a stay-at-home-mom, and I am an unemployed girl who has a hankerin' for some BBQ.

We stand in line, and my friend's four year old daughter puts her little hands on her hips. She is starting to get impatient. Finally, she sighs loudly and proclaims for all fourteen people in line in front of us "FUCK, there are certainly a lot of CRACKERS in this place!"

All the people in line in front of us turn around and laugh their asses off at us. WE are the only white people in line. My friend turns to me and says, "Yeah, so I hope you know I am never letting you babysit my kid again. Oh, and by the way, when you have kids, I am going to buy them the loudest most obnoxious toys I can find. You fucking asshole."

I laughed the whole way home. I will totally admit to using the term "fuck" around her kid (accidentally) but I cannot recall a single time I have ever used the term "cracker."  Either way, I was so proud of the kid that if I were still working, I would have already dropped off a Pow-Pow-Power Wheels for her.