“So what’re ya doin’ fer Thanksgivin’, dude?”
“It’s Thanksgivin’ already, dude?”
“Like, yeah?”
“So how come all I’m hearin’ about is, like, Black Friday? When did that get to be a holiday, anyways? There ain’t been a word ’bout Thanksgivin’.”
“That’s ’cause Thanksgivin’s fer turkeys, while Black Friday’s ’bout stuffin’. Speakin’ a black, what’s that in yer cup?”
“Spiced tea, dude.”
“Yeah? Ya don’t look like it.”
“Ain’t what it looks like, dude. It’s what it smells an’ tastes …”
“Didn’t say ‘it’, dude. I said ‘you’!”
“I look like a cup a tea?”
“It’d be an improvement, dude. But I thought everyone who drank that stuff belonged to, like, the same nationality. An’ you don’ fit!”
“Nationality?”
“Chai-nese, dude!”
“Dude?”
“Yeah?”
“Do I know you?”