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The New Jordans |
| Written by Nate Stanford | |
| Sunday, 18 May 2008 | |
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Me and my dad walked into the McDonald's, him standing closely behind me, one of his arms at his side and one rested on my shoulder. Once the line dissapated, we found an open register and walked to it, waiting to be served by one of the employees. A black man came up to us, the employee visor positioned slightly sideways, although he wasn't a young guy. "Welcome to McDonald's, how can I help you?" he routinely greeted us. "Yes. I'll have the Southern Style chicken sandwich." "The meal?" "Umm..Yes." "Alright. Grilled, or crispy?" "Whats the difference?" my father asked the man. Being black and having a black father got me used to the stereotypes initially thrown at me, but this was a bit excessive. Two black men conversing about chicken, and if we weren't at a McDonald's, this would be just disgustingly stereotypical. "Well, grilled is more savory, its also a bit softer meat. The crispy is deep-fried with a thicker crust." he replied. An intelligent response. "Alright, well, I'll take the grilled," my dad went on as the employee nodded and clicked some keys on the cash register,"What'll you have, Alex?" he turned to me. "I'll just have a salad" I muttered to him. I wasn't particularly hungry. "Really?" both my father and the employee asked in astoundment. "Yes." I was getting slighty embarassed. "Are you sure, son?" my father asked me, with his back to the register. The employee made himself taller, and chimed in. "Aww. He's just waitin' for the new Jordans to come out." Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford |
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