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I assure you this is in no way racist whatsoever. I go to an entirely mixed college, and the merest thought of acknowledgment of any trace of a difference is cause for personal alarm and disgrace.
It was a Wednesday Night; my long night at the college. Two classes from 1:40 to 9:30 with no substantial break in between. I was pooped. I was on the final bus, a mere ten minutes from arriving at my destination, when I passed the same Wendy's that I always pass on the way home. I -love- the smell of breaded chicken cutlets. You have no idea how much.
I was napping, and was waking up from it by the heavenly aroma emanating from said Wendy's. My eyelids slowly opened, and I was too sleepy to do anything else but allow them to open. Without even turning my head, out of the corner of my eye, I think I see the distant shape of none other than Colonel Sanders himself walking onto the bus. His pristine white garb standing out amongst the slovenly masses of the public transportation industry, I vaguely notice him sitting down next to me. The heavenly scent of breaded juicy chicken cutlets waft into my nose from right next to me.
Still in the half-stupor of what I can only describe as a dreamland, I turn to the sparkling anime-like man, and I think I may have said "You smell like the best chicken ever, ... "
He turned to me, and I blinked myself awake, unsure if I had said anything at all. Turns out it was some black guy in a dark hoodie. How did I miss-see that?
Whatever the results were, I think I just turned back away from him and nodded off again for ten minutes. Bleh.
It was a Wednesday Night; my long night at the college. Two classes from 1:40 to 9:30 with no substantial break in between. I was pooped. I was on the final bus, a mere ten minutes from arriving at my destination, when I passed the same Wendy's that I always pass on the way home. I -love- the smell of breaded chicken cutlets. You have no idea how much.
I was napping, and was waking up from it by the heavenly aroma emanating from said Wendy's. My eyelids slowly opened, and I was too sleepy to do anything else but allow them to open. Without even turning my head, out of the corner of my eye, I think I see the distant shape of none other than Colonel Sanders himself walking onto the bus. His pristine white garb standing out amongst the slovenly masses of the public transportation industry, I vaguely notice him sitting down next to me. The heavenly scent of breaded juicy chicken cutlets waft into my nose from right next to me.
Still in the half-stupor of what I can only describe as a dreamland, I turn to the sparkling anime-like man, and I think I may have said "You smell like the best chicken ever, ... "
He turned to me, and I blinked myself awake, unsure if I had said anything at all. Turns out it was some black guy in a dark hoodie. How did I miss-see that?
Whatever the results were, I think I just turned back away from him and nodded off again for ten minutes. Bleh.
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