I’m fixing some plates in the back, when Kiwana yells from the salad bar,
“What’s ‘blackened’?” One of her tables requested their grilled snapper blackened.
My dad and I reply, “It’s a type of seasoning.”
Dad says to Kiwi, “Isn’t that your color?”
Kiwi looks at him like he’s crazy.
“I’m not black Mr. E, I’m Cambodian!
Laughter ensues.
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