I somehow became involved in the following conversation while covering a yoga class (yes, we have a yoga class; for senior girls). It was never the students' intention to involve me in the conversation, but by virtue of being present for it, I became involved:
S (mid-sentence): "...always asking me if I'm sad that my parents are divorced. I'm fine; that sad stuff is for white kids!".
Awkward pause...
K: "Sorry Mr. F..."
Mr. F: "Don't worry, I'm not a white kid. I'm a white adult."
Awkward pause...
Mr. F: "And besides, my parents divorced, and I was fine with it. It just meant twice the number of presents at Christmas time."
S: "Mista, I'm BLACK. I'm gettin' the same number of damn presents no matter how divorced my parents are!"
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If you had ended that post at "while covering yoga class" it still would've been the funniest thing I've heard this week.
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