(Insert racist remarks here about dollar bills, Cadillacs, and religious automobile ornaments. Go ahead. We’ll wait.)
The sign was in the bakery section of Publix, where the world’s blandest bread is slapped together and sold in plastic with only slightly less taste and consistency. So, okay, maybe it means that (e.g.) here’s where the Kaiser rolls, French bread, and bagels live.
But even when it’s only bread, what isn’t an ethnic product? Go through the entire store and try to find any particular food that is “non-ethnic.” Even catsup is ethnic — it’s 100% American, a corruption of an Asian sauce using sweeteners and food dye to maintain fat midwesterners’ career goals of morbid obesity and early death. All food necessarily comes from somewhere, featured in some nation’s steady regimen of diet over the centuries.
(Insert bigoted jokes about flies, horses, red dirt, and starvation. * sigh * This gets tedious.)
Something tells me I could do this forever. In fact somebody tells me I should — says it’s what I do best and what the worlds waits for. This and rants about poor customer service and screwed-up instructions on websites. Have I cursed Paypal lately? Anyway.
In a vaguely related way, am I the only one who sees the sign “Hunan Wok” and sees “Human Wok” instead? Not on occasion, either, but every damn time. Except last week, when Herman Wouk was in the news. I also read this sign as “Belt One.” Hard to believe Guodo doesn’t like driving with me, innit?