Adventures in Casual Racism 2: Electric Pukealoo

Dad: ‘What do you want to eat?’

Me: ‘Uh, uh, BK.’

Dad: ‘Black kids?’

Me: ‘Don’t say that.’

Dad: ‘Huh?’

Me: ‘D—don’t joke about that.’

Dad: ‘What’s wrong?’

Me: ‘I—I—I feel like I’m going to regurgitate.’

Then he behaved seriously for the rest of the trip. Thank hell. Of course, that doesn’t compensate for him driving around the city like a fucking murderer.

Oh, and if Donald Trump made that joke? He’d say that he was referring to goats rather than humans, then blame the media for ‘taking it out of context.’