Racism: McDonald's Style
yesterday was sort of nice, i was on grill for most of lunch but at about 2, bobbie and hugh left, so they put me as finisher and ruth was initiator/assembler and then brittany came in and did meat/backline.
now, at mcdonald's, there is something called "table". this means you are making the sandwiches. initiator can also double as bun-buffer. we have a big toaster that drops buns nice and toasted for us. then you place the bun on the wrapper. the initiator generally places the buns on the wrappers and the assembler adds whatever goes on the sandwich (condiments, pickles, lettuce, onions, tomato, bacon, cheese) and the finisher places the meat on the sandwich, wrap, or salad and then wraps, closes the box and hands it out to counter. and basically, after ruth left, brittany and i made this kid matt do meat and we switched off on the table duties. it's fun being on table...especially when you're busy...otherwise, it gets really dull.
anyway, this matt kid...brittany and i are both half black* (technially i'm only 1/4...my dad was half cherokee). brittany likes to mess with people...especially josh o and matt. And we weren't trying to be malicious. Matt always sticks his foot in his mouth. And Brittany even asks black dudes the same question. well the following is the conversation:
Matt: I really don't like some people.
Brittany: Who?
Matt: Well, you.
Brittany: Why don't you like me, Matt?
Matt: I do.
Brittany: It's because I'm black, isn't it.
Matt: Sort of.
Brittany: Oh, so that's how it is. You're racist.
Matt: No. I don't mind blacks and whites.
Brittany: But you just said...I'm confused.
Matt: Well, I just don't agree with them when they mix.
Brittany and Me: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Matt: I don't care either way, I just don't agree with it. I have two brothers who are half black.
Brittany: What, you don't "agree" with them?
Matt: Not really.
Brittany: Oh my god...how can you actually be that honest?
Matt: I don't know. *starts to clean the grill*
Brittany: You are alone in the grill with two mixed girls and you go and say that you don't agree with it...as if they can help being mixed? That's shiesty, dude.
*enter Annette*
Annette: What up, guys?
Brittany: Not much, hey...did you know Matt doesn't "approve" of mixed babies?
Matt: Umm...
Annette: What? Well, bitch, I'm about to have one.
*exit Annette*
Me: So Matt, what's the deal?
Matt: I just don't think those two races should be married.
Me: Marriage isn't always the step before children.
Matt: Well, it's how I was raised.
Me: Then you were raised pretty stupidly if you have siblings like me and Brittany.
Matt: Well...
Me: What if you met a black girl and fell in love...
Matt: I'd probably marry her
Me: Then you'd have to disagree with yourself then...*goes back to sweeping*
later on...
Brittany: I was just thinking of something.
Me: What?
Brittany: Matt would have a serious issue with you and Crystal.
Me: Why, because we're lesbians?
Brittany: No...she's a nigger lover.
Me: That's terrible...I have to tell Crystal.
even later.
Brittany: You think all of that and you still go to church Matthew?
Matt: Every Sunday.
Brittany: What church would that be?
Me: The church of 1935.
and later still...
Me: Hey Crystal...
Crystal: What?
Me: Guess what, you're a NIGGER LOVER!!
Crystal: RACIST!
Me: What am I racist against?
Crystal: Half of yourself.
Me: Technically a quarter of myself...
Crystal: No, you're racist against Indians, too.
Me: No, just blacks.
Wow...can you actually believe someone could be that honest AND that stupid at the same time. the other guy that came into the grill is Andrew...he's half black and half chinese......
now, at mcdonald's, there is something called "table". this means you are making the sandwiches. initiator can also double as bun-buffer. we have a big toaster that drops buns nice and toasted for us. then you place the bun on the wrapper. the initiator generally places the buns on the wrappers and the assembler adds whatever goes on the sandwich (condiments, pickles, lettuce, onions, tomato, bacon, cheese) and the finisher places the meat on the sandwich, wrap, or salad and then wraps, closes the box and hands it out to counter. and basically, after ruth left, brittany and i made this kid matt do meat and we switched off on the table duties. it's fun being on table...especially when you're busy...otherwise, it gets really dull.
anyway, this matt kid...brittany and i are both half black* (technially i'm only 1/4...my dad was half cherokee). brittany likes to mess with people...especially josh o and matt. And we weren't trying to be malicious. Matt always sticks his foot in his mouth. And Brittany even asks black dudes the same question. well the following is the conversation:
Matt: I really don't like some people.
Brittany: Who?
Matt: Well, you.
Brittany: Why don't you like me, Matt?
Matt: I do.
Brittany: It's because I'm black, isn't it.
Matt: Sort of.
Brittany: Oh, so that's how it is. You're racist.
Matt: No. I don't mind blacks and whites.
Brittany: But you just said...I'm confused.
Matt: Well, I just don't agree with them when they mix.
Brittany and Me: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Matt: I don't care either way, I just don't agree with it. I have two brothers who are half black.
Brittany: What, you don't "agree" with them?
Matt: Not really.
Brittany: Oh my god...how can you actually be that honest?
Matt: I don't know. *starts to clean the grill*
Brittany: You are alone in the grill with two mixed girls and you go and say that you don't agree with it...as if they can help being mixed? That's shiesty, dude.
*enter Annette*
Annette: What up, guys?
Brittany: Not much, hey...did you know Matt doesn't "approve" of mixed babies?
Matt: Umm...
Annette: What? Well, bitch, I'm about to have one.
*exit Annette*
Me: So Matt, what's the deal?
Matt: I just don't think those two races should be married.
Me: Marriage isn't always the step before children.
Matt: Well, it's how I was raised.
Me: Then you were raised pretty stupidly if you have siblings like me and Brittany.
Matt: Well...
Me: What if you met a black girl and fell in love...
Matt: I'd probably marry her
Me: Then you'd have to disagree with yourself then...*goes back to sweeping*
later on...
Brittany: I was just thinking of something.
Me: What?
Brittany: Matt would have a serious issue with you and Crystal.
Me: Why, because we're lesbians?
Brittany: No...she's a nigger lover.
Me: That's terrible...I have to tell Crystal.
even later.
Brittany: You think all of that and you still go to church Matthew?
Matt: Every Sunday.
Brittany: What church would that be?
Me: The church of 1935.
and later still...
Me: Hey Crystal...
Crystal: What?
Me: Guess what, you're a NIGGER LOVER!!
Crystal: RACIST!
Me: What am I racist against?
Crystal: Half of yourself.
Me: Technically a quarter of myself...
Crystal: No, you're racist against Indians, too.
Me: No, just blacks.
Wow...can you actually believe someone could be that honest AND that stupid at the same time. the other guy that came into the grill is Andrew...he's half black and half chinese......