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I had one of those stupid little whiggers in my exam room a couple months ago.
He was dissin' and dattin' and shizzlin' and whatever the hell else it is they say rather than speaking English (his parents had complained about this, incidentally) ...
I looked him straight in the eye (not easy, with him wearing his baseball cap like that), and said, "Kid, I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm going to be as straightforward as possible ... YOU'RE WHITE AND YOU'RE FROM THE WEALTHIEST SUBURB IN THIS COUNTY. Sit up straight, get your feet off the furniture and on the floor where they belong, talk normal, and at least the next couple hours will go a hell of a lot better for you."
I'll be damned ... it worked.
The (African) doctor walked in to see him and he did not even make any attempt to call him "My brutha."
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