I got written up at work today. This old woman who looked like she should have been shopping for a gramaphone comes in and starts asking me questions about iPods. Apparently her granddaughter wants one for her birthday. If she had just stayed on topic about the iPods I wouldn't have had a problem, but as our conversation progressed I realized she was totally hitting on me. She kept saying stuff like "what a nice young man you are Mr. Logan", and "You're being so helpful". I got fed up with it and laid out in no uncertain terms how I was not into her. A long story short, apparently saying, "I'm just not in to black chicks" can be construed as racist.
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