"See God in everyone," said Pete as he folded his hands together and looking up to the sky praying. "No ass-wipe, let me come at this from a different direction. If you saw a homeless man, you would not need to know his professional occupation to know at least the obvious part of his story."

"What if he were not homeless," Minnie asked, "but just a bad dresser?"

"Don't breathe girl or I'll lose you," Pete said sarcastically. "Instead of asking me what I do for a living, why not ask where I was born."

"Hello, ask me bitch."

"Hey, swishy Pete where you from girlfriend," Minnie said jokingly, barely able to get it all out. "Pardon me sir, where y'all from?"

"Where am I from? How nice of you to ask," said Pete clutching his pearls, "I am from Oklahoma. Now, Minnie, what does that say to you about me?"

"Umm, growing up you were not allowed to walk backward while eating a hamburger."

"No fool," Pete yelled, "that was only true in Oklahoma city. Oklahoma is a great Broadway Musical, and it speaks of my yearning to be a stage actress. Next, I was born in the small city of Cherokee, what do you think that says about me?"

"Oh I know--that you are an afro-descendant of Cherokee extraction, like Beyonce," Minnie said.

"No, that I performed the Cher song, Half Breed, in drag back in the day at the club, Ho!"

"Donny and Marie," said the manager, "your lunch breaks are over, time to get back to work."

"He ain't all that just cause he's the manager and I don't appreciate his tone," Pete said as he headed toward the backdoor of the restaurant and puts out his cigarette. "I coulda been manager if I had finished college."

"Is that why you don't wanna tell folks what you do for a living?" Minnie asked.

"Yep," said Pete as he held the door open for Minnie.

"Oh, cool," Minnie said, "I just wanted to clear on your process."

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