When we arrived in beautiful South Haven, Michigan for our week of relaxation (if that’s possible with two kids under the age of two) I was very hungry (this happens often). We pulled into the local McDonald’s and went inside for their version of the Southern Chicken Sandwich (it has nothing on Chick fil A). There was a high school basketball tournament going on across the street so a bunch of kids were hanging out in the McDonald’s.
There was a black teenager sitting by himself eating a salad. Two white teenage girls scope him out. He’s clearly an athlete so I figure the girls are looking at his ripped biceps. I was wrong. They approached him and sheepishly asked, “Hey, man. Can we get a smoke?” His response was priceless.
He started at them for a moment and then gave a disgusted look before loudly asking somewhat rhetorically, “You smoke???” He shook his head while the girls faces turned red. They ran out of the restaurant and back across the street to the tournament hoping to hide their rejection and embarrassment.
The only thing better than seeing two teenage girls trying to sneak a smoke behind their parents’ backs, is them assuming the black kid in the restaurant would obviously have a cigarette.