I hate middle aged white women who need provolone cheese.

A friend tells me of a summer job in a deli that several middle aged white women would come into the store. They were quite picky about their sandwiches, even when they didn’t realize what they wanted until after it was ordered and half made. In one memorable instance, this equated to a need for provolone cheese.

Middle aged white women who need provolone cheese should not be allowed to sit on church committees. They should not try to act like they’re the chair when they’re not. They should not talk more than all other committee members combined. When the committee finishes its work early, they should not view it as an opportunity to spend half an hour hashing out details that will take care of themselves. They should not read committee minutes to themselves out loud during the meeting. They should not bring up old, settled business as though it was new business that only they had the intelligence to think of.

I hate middle aged white women who need provolone cheese.