Scene: CVS checkout. Feeling rather fabulous in my kick ass new t-shirt (thanks, Krista!!!) that reads: “Rehab is the New Black.” All I want is to pay for my contact lens solution and a pack of cigarettes and proceed with my day. No such luck.
Wonky-Eyed Cashier: *hushed weird whisper* Your shirt…Rehab is the New Black…I don’t get it.
Me: Oh, it’s a joke-
WEC: Is that…like…when black people call other black people n—
Me: NO! No no no! It’s like “pink is the new black” or “skinny jeans are the new black” or something – it’s a joke!
WEC: So…it’s a racial thing?
Me: Jesus, NO! Nothing like that!!! It’s a FASHION thing, don’t you watch Project RUNWAY, it’s a joke, oh my GOD.
WEC: Oh…I don’t get it. Do you need matches?
Me: I am so blogging about this.