#ethopians

[skaisdeadisdead]

V/A Don’t Call Me Ska Face (Vol. 1)

[mankind-is-doomed]

A man walks into Popeyes...

He cuts in front of everyone in line, including my boyfriend and I, apparently desperate for food... not at all surprising since he bears an uncanny resemblance to those starving Ethiopian children you often see on those "Save the Children" commercials, minus the extreme level of emaciation.

Apparently unable to speak English (like most of the employees and patrons in the restaurant who spoke Spanish) he immediately asked the cashier, "Pizza?"

"Pizza?"

The cashier and I looked at each other, standing in just one of the hundreds--nay, THOUSANDS of Popeyes locations across the globe, plastered with posters of people eating chicken, with a kitchen separated from the restaurant by only the very counter we were standing in front of, visibly brimming with every size, shape, and taste-bud burning spiciness of fried chicken ever known to mankind, surrounded in any direction by at least 10 pizza places within a quarter mile radius, and the man asks for pizza.

It was one of those long looks that transcended any kind of linguistic barrier, because I and that poor cashier could not begin to comprehend this man's complete and utter lack of any sort of clue as to where he found himself in this big, scary, apparently pizza-less world.

And there, the homely Hispanic Popeyes cashier and I, the freakishly white Spanish-speaking American, lost what little glimmer of hope we had left for humanity.