My daughter loves the John Travolta version of Hairspray, and has watched it no less that a gajillion times.
Yesterday, we are at the local Target and the lady that was ringing us up, started making small talk with her When the conversation made it past the usual "Hi, what's your name? Are you in school?" phase, my daughter sighs, puts her hands on her hips, and loudly proclaims "IF THEY WAS ANY MORE WHITE PEOPLE IN HERE, THIS PLACE WOULD BE A SUBURB."
I wanted to die.
Yesterday, we are at the local Target and the lady that was ringing us up, started making small talk with her When the conversation made it past the usual "Hi, what's your name? Are you in school?" phase, my daughter sighs, puts her hands on her hips, and loudly proclaims "IF THEY WAS ANY MORE WHITE PEOPLE IN HERE, THIS PLACE WOULD BE A SUBURB."
I wanted to die.
