Dis is Bumpin’

My husband works at a grocery store, in the bakery. (He makes donuts and all sorts of yummy baked goods and is still as skinny as a bean pole. Life is SO unfair).

Anyway, tonight he told me of a funny note he saw in the bakery. Taped to the refrigerator door was a note from the management that said, “DON’T PUT CRACKERS IN THE REFRIGERATOR!” Scribbled in small print underneath the directive, someone has written “White people don’t keep.”

P.S. The story is especially funny to us, because my husband is so white his skin is almost transparent. I am olive-skinned and Mediterranean-looking, so I’m always calling him “cracker.” LOL. Me and my terms of endearment, eh?