This is going to be a racist post. Not a post on racism, a racist post. So, if you dont want to hear it, quit reading. Im a fan of Dominos. I dont go there a lot, but I go there often. You can hate on them, and yeah, theyre not the best. See, Im a multi-talented, multi-faceted comedian who has a day job and is dating a wonderful girl with awesome kids. I dont have a ton of free time. So, as is the case with many people, I call my pizza provider. Now, I like to go in and pickup my pizza personally. No assistants, no delivery. Why? Because I know the people there. Theyre my boys. There some girls that work there too, but theyre all my boys, as in, I know them, they know me. My main man there is Beats, thats what they call him, thats what I call him. Hes a young hispanic dude. Beats started there as a delivery driver, then moved up to pizza prep, cook and now assistant manager. Beats is 19, has a kid of his own and is the definition of the American dream. Hes a go getter. When theyre slammed hes happy, when theyve got a lull, hes talkative and a really cool dude. But hes always working. He wants to own his own franchise. If I know one thing, I know this kid will own his own franchise. Beats and the crew give me the employee discount. Not always, but often. I would say the majority of the people that work there are hispanic. Its not quite the hood, just hoodish. Well, maybe it is the hood, the convenience store right next to it is called The Hood Store. No lie. If youve been wondering where the racism comes in, its right here. Recent developments, and for reasons I dont know why, have come to light. Corporate Dominos has decided to mess with a good thing. I knew something was afoot when I called in to place my usual order and I hear this, Hello, its a great day here at Dominos, my name is Tonya, what can I bake for you today? Stunned silence. Some white chick has infiltrated my Dominos. Im usually greeted with Hey Bobby, whats up? You want the usual? But no. Tonya continued, Can I get your phone number? I gave it to her. Ok, and whats your name? I gave it to her, thinking the whole time, put Beats on the phone! It gets worse. I show up at the store and its almost a whole new crew. White people in Dominos uniforms looking lost, trying to find things. They have a food scale to weigh the proportions. I see Beats, hes at the back of the store, almost like hes forbidden to come to the front. He doesnt, possibly cant acknowledge me. We share a knowing stare. I let it slide, thinking maybe its a fluke, maybe management came in town, maybe... I dont know what. So, second time I call in, the same damn thing. This time Beats comes up halfway and says hi. But not our usual street handshake (that I still mess up), just a verbal hi. Somethings amiss. So, last night was the third time, and Beats came up to the counter. He said hi, but he looks a little beat down, no pun intended. I didnt want to ask what happened, not with all the white people around. But, I know this. I know theyre screwing it up. That Dominos is always busy. Theyre friendly, not just to me, to everyone that comes in the door. Their pizza is consistent and its close to my place. What Im saying is, white people need to stop screwing up my Dominos!
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 15:50:59 +0000
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