I went down to the village yesterday.
I had a few things to do and having done them, and given Penny a good walk around the place I decided on a coffee. So I left Penny to make friends with some people out front and went into the shop.
“Howya Grandad” says K. “Your usual?”
“Yup” says I.
“One Americano coming up. I’ll bring out to you.”
“Woa!” says I. “None of that fancy Americano crap along with those Cappochinos and Frappochinos and those Lattes or any of that modern rubbish. I’ll have a large black coffee thanks.”
She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Do you know that’s racist?”
“What you asked for.”
*sigh* “May I have a large non-white coffee then?”
“That’s racist too.”
“How about a non-Caucasian coffee?”
That’s even worse!”
For fucks sake! “May I have an African-American coffee then?”
“An African-American coffee? No problem. One Americano coming up.”
I give up.