My inner racist got taken for a thorough run this morning, when I received a barely literate and yet pun-enlivened email from the Taxi company subsequent to my angry complaint.
I can’t repeat it because that would be racist. (Oh look, a really bad pun, which ties into the race of the person writing it, of which the person writing it is COMPLETELY unaware). But the temptation to be a smart ass and recount the whole epistolary extravaganza is almost killing me. I sent it to someone who won’t judge me, just so we can both appreciate it. The thing about racism is that you think you’re doing a good job of fighting it and you turn out to be kidding yourself. Again. I’ll have to meditate on this one a good long while.
Lovely time in Victoria, I return refreshed and ready to attack the job market again.
I don’t think my dad is ever going to ask what is bothering me again though… although I’m thrilled to recount that he has now heard Lemming’s Twofer.
