A World Gone Mad

The best part of my job? There's no water cooler.

The worst part of my job? Yup, there's no water cooler.

All that talk you're only supposed to do around the water cooler can happen anywhere.

It happened today. I'm trying to do my job and all of a sudden out it comes:

"Whattaya think about this Isiah Washington?" This from my coworker, a very gentle but very large black man.

I suppose I could have answered: "Who?"

Only I'm a little too smart for my own good; no one who's ever met me would ever think I wouldn't know who Isiah Washington is, even before his scandal broke. Since plausible denialbility is out the window, I know I can either tread lightly or else I can barge through.

I decide to drop a gay bomb and dash. "I know, huh, a black guy said 'faggot'. Next thing you're gonna tell me Michael Richards uses the n-word."

It took him a moment to start laughing and by the time he stopped I'd gotten clean away.