Dear Fourth-Lady-in-Hijab-in-Target-Tonight,
I realize that my furtive glances in your direction made you nervous, and undoubtedly...and understandably... led you to think that I am a horrible racist xenophobe, but I promise you I am not.
I assure you I was not staring at your hijab.
I was simply trying to get a better look at your smoking-hot husband.
Sorry.
Sincerely,
j.
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2 comments:
oh good, we need another international crisis.
Geez - ain't that the story of my life?
Out here in the Sandlands, at least, the wives are so busy looking at the jewelry stores that they don't notice if you ogle the spousal goods...
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