As I stand patiently waiting for my Turkey BLT at The Market Place on Maple & 5th, a tall blonde business lady orders her Greek salad and sparks up conversation with the greasy Mexican who should have been wearing gloves while handling my food. But, I am sure the vodka in my system from last night will kill all those germs. Miss Business spoke ignorantly of her 17th floor office and brand new Michael Kors watch her boyfriend gave to her last weekend. I turn to my left and see a black woman, sporting long gorgeous locks and a look of disdain while her daughter clenched to her leg. The little girl, no more than 7 years old, has major catalogue potential. Thankfully every one's orders show up just about the same time. The black woman and I both sighed with relief that this ordeal is almost over. Now I am on line with Miss Business behind me and the lady and daughter in front when I hear the dreaded question come from over my shoulder, "Is that her real hair?" All I could think was, I am shamed to be a white person right now. Before the woman could say a word, the little girl looks behind and up at Miss Business and says, "Why do white people ask stupid questions?!" ..................... Long silent pause followed by my uncontrollable laughter and a very embarrassed mother. Miss Business turned an uncomfortable shade of red and stayed consistent apologizing to the point of annoyance. I love that kids just say whatever pops into their heads. I just dont understand why when you become an adult, it's considered inapropriate to speak freely. That little girl said what her mother and I were thinking. She has re affirmed that my word vomit is perfectly acceptable. I love her.