With all the hub-bub with big corporations and people, in general, being “too white” I knew I could count on my old pal Mooch to discover a solution.
I was in H.E.B. yesterday, and feel a tap on my shoulder. I turned and said, “can I help you?” I didn’t recognize this man at first, then I saw that possum grin and heard that stupid laugh.
” Hey old buddy, It’s me, the Mooch man. How do ya like my new look?”
” Holy Crap Mooch, you look like a gingerbread man; what happened to you?” I exclaim.
He got a little teary-eyed and said, ” my twin, spoiled, rich grand-daughters said they wouldn’t see me no more cause I am too old, too redneck, too Texan, and too darn white. They are sorority college girls at UT so I guess they know about all the latest woke stuff. They are graduating next week and each is getting a new Porsche and a trip to Europe from my son Harry, and his wife Karen. Those girls say I can’t attend their ceremony, and they don’t want to see me until I change my old ways. I found these pills in my “Popular Gardening” magazine and ordered a bunch for me and Mrs. Mooch. I can’t change my age or my redneck-ness, but I sure can change my color. Well, how do I look?”
I told him he looked real fine, but somehow, I think Mooch missed their absurd point.
2 Replies to ““Grandad Is Way Too White?””
Yeah, I was just going to say he might be in trouble for that these days! Appropriating culture and stuff. Ha.
It seems back in the 70s, they had an inkling of what might happen a few decades later.
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