Monday, August 04, 2008
9:27 AM | Posted by Wide Lawns | | Edit Post
Earlier in the day I dropped my sister off at a new job because there was nowhere to park. Due to her earlier fiasco with the boyfriend who turned out to be a liar and who stole all her money (no, seriously, he even stole out of her change jar) my sister ended up losing her job at the Rusty Badge, where she had worked for four years. My sister is a bartender. I know nothing about drinking. Literally nothing. I have never been drunk in my entire life. I don't know how to make drinks and don't know what most drinks even are. If I go out for a drink I let someone else order for me because I don't even know what I like except for pina coladas. I do like those. Apparently no one orders those anymore except time travelers from the 70s and elderly tourists from Canada.
Later that evening I had to go back and pick my sister up, but this time I had with me Husband, two of my cousins and one of my cousin's friends because we were all going out. I had met the friend a couple times before but I really didn't know a lot about her, which is important to the story, I swear. I pretty much just knew her name and that she was nice, but I didn't know anything about her background. As you can imagine the car was dangerously crowded, somewhat like a clown car of my family. My sister got in and squished practically on top of the two cousins. She immediately began complaining.
"I can not stay at this job. This is definitely not going to work out"
"Why not?" I asked, "Looks like a nice place."
"Ughhh. No. There's no way I can work with a jigger everyday. No way. I'm not working with a fucking jigger!"
Everyone in the car is horrified into silence. No one knows what to say.
"No way," my sister continued, "This is fucking ridiculous. I told them, I've been in this business eleven years and I should get some credit here to be able to make my own decisions about how I work and I refuse REFUSE to work with a god damned jigger!!"
My sister was furious. I had never seen her behave this way. I was mortified. I couldn't believe she would talk that way about someone and use that kind of terrible language. My mother didn't raise us to use racial epithets and besides, why would she care so much about who she worked with? Then I started thinking, what if my cousin's friend had black family members? What if she had a black boyfriend or a mixed child? I didn't know anything about her, but I began to imagine that she was the only white girl in a large, black family and was now, because of my insensitive sister, feeling angry and hurt. Besides that Husband has African American family members too. Hell, my sister and I have a black brother, which made this all the more shocking.
What had gotten into my sister, I wondered. Since when had she turned into a raging racist? And what should I do about it? While I was contemplating throwing her ass out of the car she was still going on and on about how much she hated the jigger. Finally I turned around and gave her a deadly glare.
"Sister!! What is wrong with you? Would you please stop using that kind of language in my car!" I demanded.
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"Stop calling your co-worker a jigger. It's terrible."
"What? No. No. You thought - No. Oh my God. Do you know what a jigger is?"
"Yes and it's not nice to call someone that!"
"A JIGGER IS A MEASURING CUP FOR ALCOHOL!!!!!!!!"
"It is?" I said meekly.
"Yes. It's a little metal cup. Did you actually think-"
"Yes!!!" said every single other person in the car at once (so clearly this was not just my own ignorance.)
"All of you thought I was saying -"
"YES!!" we repeated.
"You all need to stop listening to so much hip-hop."
So, umm, yeah. This is what a jigger is. You can order you own set, as seen in the picture above, from Amazon should you not have a problem working with a jigger, as my sister did.
My sister didn't go back to work there and I have cut back on my Jay-Z listening. Perhaps I need to go out for drinks more often as well.
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