Where I last worked the state required that either my boss or I be on the property any time the business was open. That meant that if my boss was out of the office then I had to ask one of the guys who worked for me to pick up my lunch.
One day I sent this young black guy out and told him to bring back anything as long as it was a hot meal. In just a bit he came back and all the crew came inside for lunch.
I opened up the big Styrofoam container he handed me and started eating chitlins'. "God dammit!" the young man shouted as he stomped his feet, grabbed his drink and walked out of the room.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked as I really had no clue.
Laughing, the yard foreman, a black man I'd known since high school said, "He thought wouldn't no white people eat chitlins' so we all took bets and he lost."
"Not only that," another of the crew said, "he was planning on eating your lunch. That's why he only bought a drink."