The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. I

by Scott McClanahan

And so I just sat in my white pantyhose and my red lipstick and I imagined myself a soldier in some far away land, searching for something beautiful to kill.

I was so shocked I just stood there. I thought, “Guineas? What type of person is racist against Italians in this day and age?” Besides that, most of the guys working in this joint were just young Mexican men pretending to be Italians.