WELCOME TRAVELERS OF THE HALLOW WOODS (April 15, 2026)—So, everytime I stop by my local drive-thru pharamcy I’m either greeted by the sweetest Asian girl you’d ever wanna meet or some Civil-War-era White b!+¢h. And would ya guess which one I got today?
But this evening was extra-special, because I was picking up a prescription for my mother-in-law who is from Central America. So, I was gonna have to say a Spanish name. And y'know what? Old Jeff Davis' mamaw didn’t skip a beat.
I say the name then she asks again for the latter part. I says, “Garcia” and pause. Then she replies in an indignant tone, “Well, how do you spell that?” And without hesitation I reply, “It's Garcia.”
Old girl continues, and I kid you not, says, “Well— is that with a ‘G’ or a ‘J’?”
The natural reply being: “I dunno, you tell me brainiac, but I believe it is the one that goes: ‘guuuhhhhh!’”
Of course, that’s not what I said, why come now, my humor is far more sardonic than that.
