My nomination for Inappropriate Comment of the Week

Overheard this, standing in line at the grocery store:

Cashier: I cooked Mexican last night.

Customer: You did?

Cashier: Yep.

Customer: I hear they squeal real loud when they start getting hot.


Astounded and intrigued, I followed him outside. Wanted to see what kind of car he drives. As a writer I always look at the details that people surround themselves with. I think they can even be more telling than what comes from their mouths.

I was expecting some sort of redneck truck. Maybe even a Rebel flag sticker or something.

No.

I was left there, standing in the parking lot with mouth open, when I saw this man unlock and climb into his ...

Prius?!?!?!

Who says tree huggers can't be racist?