I was at the Main Street cafe a while back, and there were some yeehawdists at the table behind me going off about how Mexicans were taking their jobs, and I turned around and said, “Son, I know five farms that need help right now. I can make a phone call and you can be in the field in an hour. Now, bring a hat, it’s hot out here in the sun all day. And gloves, those plants will tear you up. To make minimum wage, you’ll have to hustle, you get paid by the bushel. You wanna finish lunch and go pick some maters, or you wanna shut the fuck up so I can eat my chicken fried steak in peace?”

They shut the fuck up. Silence until they left. And the cook sent me a peach cobbler. 🥳