Yeah I Prank Called Your Racist Grandma
Fuck you gonna do about it?
“You son of a bitch!” — Actual quote from somebody’s grandmother
I have no doubt that at least one of you thinks I discovered your darkest family secret. You wanna know how and why I plan to expose your matriarch’s extracurricular activities.
Full disclosure: My job involves calling and texting people and persuading them to commit to taking action of sorts on behalf of a non-profit organization. I won’t go into exact details, but it doesn’t involve politics or asking for money.
The job is boring and monotonous. But, the pay is decent, I set my own hours, and I work from home. I also get a cool job title — field organizer.
One day I’m making calls and I dial the wrong number. Not uncommon. The person on the phone was an old woman. Let’s call her Racist Granny. She informs me that I dialed the wrong number (I was asking for a dude). I apologize and wish her a good evening.
Then she calls me a son of a bitch and hangs up.
At this point, I hadn’t determined she was a racist. I knew she was a boomer who needed payback. Much of my job involves boomers using their last day(s) on Al Gore’s Earth to treat me with indifference. This one outright…
