There's an awful lot of straight hair in that movie. Movin', shinin', hangin'. Whoopi's wearing a turban. I've got to see if there's an afro anywhere in sight.
And by the way, there's a last-ditch GOP ad (more like infomercial, almost a half-hour long) running in some of the states with tight races, that trashes President Obama and brings up all the old crap: Rev. Wright, Obama as secret Muslim, Obama as white-people-hater, Obama as taking your hard-earned money and giving it to ethnics, and so on. Saw excerpts of the commercial on Rachel Maddow's show tonight. And the voiceover on that spot is by a black man. Now, I don't know if this guy is a "true believer" in Republican smack-talk, or if he saw this as a script and a gig so what's the difference; and I know that "we" all don't think alike, and since I've constantly been accused of "sounding white," what the hell do I know? Maybe it isn't a white man's voice on the "Colored Girls" spots, maybe this isn't a black man shilling for the GOP, and who am I to begrudge anybody getting a job. But both ads bugged the shit out of me. So there.
I had a moment of truth this afternoon at the Popeye's drive-through in North Bergen, NJ, on my way home from the Volvo shop. I needed something delicious to eat after paying mo money mo money mo money to get my car fixed. All I wanted was chicken and a biscuit. No sides, no drink, just the meat and the bread, because I already had collard greens (from Whole Foods, way overpriced, like four bucks for two and a half scoops, and I didn't realize that until I paid for them and didn't have it in me to just leave them with the cashier) and was planning on taking my little meal home and maybe eating it at the table.
So I'm getting my thigh and wing, mild not spicy, and a biscuit.
"Anything else?" said the voice in the middle of the menu board.
"Can I get an extra biscuit?"
"Miss, you can get three biscuits for $1.29, would you like three biscuits?"
Of course I would like three biscuits, but I don't need three biscuits. "How much for two?"
"Excuse me?"
"How much would two biscuits cost? I don't want three."
"$1.26."
"Excuse me?"
"It's a dollar twenty-six for two biscuits." The voice waited.
Do you see the dilemna? Spend three more pennies and your biscuit count goes from 2 to 3. This is the kind of pricing that makes gluttony worth it. Jesus, what to do. I worked out twice in the last three days and finally, after more than a year, actually felt a slight ache in my abdomen, as though Saturday's sit-ups reached past the wall of pudge that is my stomach and actually worked a muscle buried deep, deep inside.
I took a deep breath. "I'll just take the one biscuit."
"Three-sixty-three is your total. Drive to the next window please."
I paid, got my bag and drove away. God knows what the Weight Watchers points value was on my yummy meal, but this was a teensy triumph. I passed on the biscuit sale and resisted the chance to overeat. And that was my dinner. A wing, a thigh, the Whole Foods collards (more expensive than the meal itself) and one biscuit.
Shit. Writing this down is making me hungry.
It's Election Eve, 2010. Make sure you vote, whatever you believe.
1 comment:
Isn't it ridiculous our only chance at a bargain equals gluttony. Living in the age of Sam's club, costco et al and supersize me. lol
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