Last weekend, whilst shopping in the uber-metropolitian outlet malls of Michigan City, I asked one of those college grad bro bro’s if they had a jacket in my size in their back room. Upon his return, he said “Yo brah, I was back there, but That Black Guy . . . um, I mean, Gary, is gonna check it out for ya.” Stunned and amused, Kate and I just stood there, kind-of unable to believe this douche had just referred to his co-worker as “That Black Guy, I Mean Gary”. When Gary returned to tell me that they didn’t have my size, I said thanks, and briefly considered telling about it, but Gary’s about 53, which makes it all the more bizarre.
Here’s the backstory. It’s 11 PM last night, and Sheila and I are chilling with the Lady Heather episode of CSI. If you know CSI, you know Lady Heather. Anyway, during commercials, I’m surfing the web, trying to find something REALLY good to post about (ahem). The eHarmony commercial comes on and at the end - Sheila mentions There are no multi-racial couples. Really? Sure enough the Mooks (the first couple in the commercial - no shit) posted this commercial, and I watched it again.
So - it’s true. For all those White Supremacists and other racial purity freaks - look for others on eHarmony. Those 29 points keep the Mooks from finding each other - and no one else.