Y'all remember the story I told about the black lady asking about worcestershire sauce?

No, please tell it 🍿

Aight

So

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This was back when I was working at Texas Roadhouse

It has been done

It was a pretty chill day, and this giant fucking family of like 30 knee-growths come in at once.

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They always come in in hordes, never a family it's always a giant ass group.

But I'm waiting around and I go to clean off a table.

I finish it up and this black lady calls me over.

Oh boy

She says, "sweet heart I'm sorry to bother you, you know where that steak sauce is?"

I say "steak sauce? Like A1?"

At least she apologized for bothering you lmao

She says "nah nah nah, It's like that... ***winchester sauce***... y'all got any of dat ***winchester sauce???***"

Oh my god 😂

I told her "yeah we do, hold on" I grabbed it for her and I had to sit in the back for at least 10 fucking minutes to stifle my laughter.

Worcestershire.

In .357 or 45 colt?

Oh shit, one more and I'll finish up the program.

I bet she also drinks Colt Beer.

So mamma was out grabbing some groceries for roast.

She puts garlic slices in the roast and it tastes fantastic.

She grabs what she needs and grabs a few cloves of garlic and takes it to the register.

Big ol' black lady is working there.

Of course, there's no barcode on garlic so it has to be rung up by name or serial number.

Get on VC and we’ll all do a black woman impression

This bitch is looking at the garlic like she's trying to figure out some god damned calculus equation.

Finally

She asks my mom

and I shit you not

"***Dis a mush-ROOM rite'???***

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I legit almost spat all over my keyboard.

At that point you just leave your groceries where they are and walk out

Well mamma's a saint, so she politely said that it was garlic and walked out nearly in tears from laughing.

Chase. Your laugh is a gift from God.

And a laugh from Chase, I dig it.