Hi people.

Hey Ashley, you're here early today. You're not supposed to clock in for another 30 minutes.

Well yeah, I was hoping I'd catch you before my shift. Oh yeah? Well, hurry up. You know we're short

staff and I only got three minutes to

eat my lunch. Okay, well, as you know, I've been working here for six months now. Oh, no. Oh, no.

What? What's the problem? I can hear the broken your voice. I already know you're going to

ask for a raise. Oh, I ain't got no money. Well, I am paid under the market rate and sales are up since

I've started working on the social media for the restaurant. I thought I could ask for a raise.

And you know what, Ashley? We appreciate it. We really do. But if we pay you more, we'd have

to raise the price of our neck bones. I mean, the neck bones are delicious. I mean, maybe

you could raise the price. Ain't nobody paying more than $16 for no neck bones. I mean, the neck bones are delicious. I mean, maybe you could raise the price.

Ain't nobody paying more than $16 for no neck bones? No matter how tender they are. What the

hell wrong with you? Mr. Franklin, I cannot survive off of my current salary, okay? I had to get a

second job. You know what? That's what I like about you, Ashley. You are a problem solver. Problem solved. I'm getting back to my lunch.

Wait, what?

Sis, my sister, my black queen, my new being goddess, my African princess, my queen from the...

Get to the point!

Listen, we are a black-owned business and we can't afford to pay you more, okay?

Well, my feet are black-owned, and they hurt.

And I can't even afford a pedicure.

Look, baby, I've seen your feet, and as white, and as ashy as they are, they don't even look black.

I mean, they are white.

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