The only time I ever got called a chink was in fifth grade. It was a confusing experience.
My class was playing flickerball in P.E. and after an off sides call had been made, Fadi and I got INTO IT. Our ten-year-old bodies trembled with anger.
Fadi screamed,”ALL YOU CHINKS THINK YOU’RE SO SMART CUZ YOU’RE ALL GONNA BE SUCCESSFUL BY BEING DOCTORS OR ENGINEERS OR WHATEVER. BUT YOU’LL SEE, I’M GONNA OWN MY OWN USED CAR LOT AFTER HIGH SCHOOL AND I’M GONNA BE A MILLIONAIRE.”
Turns out, the joke’s on Fadi. I’M NOT A SUCCESS AT ALL.