Working Happy Hour

So today I decided I needed a happy hour. On the way into the restaurant it dawned on me that I have been selecting the wrong ethnicity on my job applications.  I’m white.  I’m now white.  Now that I’m white I’m ready to watch all my cares and concerns melt at.  I’m ready to announce to the world my new white status. It’s so liberating. Anyway, I’m full now and this outing cost me $29.

Cosmopolitan, strawberry shortcake, fries and four chicken sliders.

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