Hey Kool-Aid!!!!

I Hate NOT Being an Angry Black Woman, mainly because people feel free to ask you the most stupid things. I'm seriously considering strapping a video camera to my forehead because you would not believe the things people say to me. Maybe I should consider a camera crew, but I don't want anyone to mistake me for a relative of Bobby Brown.

Here's the latest chapter in the Not So Angry Black Woman Chronicles. Today, I was running some errands and I started to chat with this white chick (some of my best friends are white, really, tee hee hee). We were line at the Starbucks and I ordered one of the Passion Iced Teas. The remainder of the conversation/tailspin went like so:

White Chick (WC): That tea reminds of me of cherry kool-aid.
Foxxxy: Really? It's a bit watered down for that, but OK. (I thought to myself, white people sure don't know how to make Kool-aid. Am I racist?)
WC: Do you mind if I ask you something?
Foxxxy: Uh? Sure. (I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?)
WC: I've always wanted to know this. Why do black people call kool-aid by the color instead of the flavor?
Foxxxy: Huh?
WC: You know. You call cherry "red" and grape "purple?"
Foxxxy: Ohhhhh. (this bitch clearly wants to get slapped). Well, black people are simply intellectually superior. I mean, on what planet does a grape taste like that?
WC: Ummmm. (i think she was afraid to answer. too bad that fear didn't enter her BEFORE she asked that dumb ass question).
Foxxxy: Exactly!