i'm not racist. i'm amused.

Some may say I have a bad sense of humor. I'm not going to debate that because I can't change what I think is funny. If you're offended by this post (or any others, for that matter) you'll have to get over it. Or, as a novel idea, stop reading my blog. Now I've got you intrigued, right?

Back in 2005 Hubby and I took a trip to Michigan to visit my mom. While there we came across this wonderful coffee shop. We ventured into the shop a number of times during our week there. I'd be completely lying if I told you it was because the coffee was good. It was marginally drinkable. I'd also be lying if I told you we went there out of convenience, as if it was the closest coffee place to my mom's house. We passed a few Starbucks on the way. It would also take a lie for me to tell you that their customer service was the selling factor. People were rude in this particular little coffee venue. It was called Beaner's Gourmet Coffee. Ah, now you see why I was amused enough to go back time after time.

While I paid due respect to the cleverness of the name in relation to coffee beans, I couldn't leave with the belief that they had no concept of the derogatory term that hung outside their shop. Where I come from, beaners is a no-no to say to someone. Unless of course you wanted to get punched by the big Hispanic dude who's path you next cross. Understandably so, being white and thus being called cracker wasn't always great. Although, as pasty as I am, I can't blame anybody for calling me that. Praise Jesus for sunless tanning lotion.

Anyhow, I went online to buy more Beaner's travel mugs but they're no longer being called Beaner's. Hmmm... I can't at all understand why. Now they're called Biggby Coffee. How blah is that? Luckily for me, I found one last style of 'Beaner's Signature Design' mugs and I bought three. Just in case those disappear.