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I did ! On the phone I said, I and my Korean daughter will be coming in to get the car in a little while. The only thing you could hear was the hiss on the line. So, the " you never know who you are talking to " freaked him out but good and I suspect he figures he whistled by the graveyard because I didn’t walk in and cause a major fucking fuss.
I should have and I’m angry with myself for- as you accurately phrased it- being a pussy and not doing what I should have.
Letters will be written. Names will be taken.
Oh, and don’t concern yourself too much with the cycle of typos. We just figured you’re still hung over. 
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Look, Ma, I’m a pearl! Just like the ones around your neck that you clutch in fevered and fearful anticipation whenever some unsuspecting busy-body asks me if I’m married, and you’re afraid that, in response, I’ll offer even the slightest detail of my unrepentent choad-licking ways. (Hey, y’all, I had to go *somewhere * with the pearl thing!) 
Anyway, thanks, dude. Oh, yeah, I remember the part of your OP where you got skidmark with the whole Asian daughter thing, and then took her with you (that shit cracked me up). I was just giving an example of what I, myself, have had to do on occasion, in lieu of taking things farther up the food chain.
I should also take this opportunity to clarify (because it’s probably not clear to everyone here) that I don’t take lightly the notion that someone ought to lose one’s job over stuff like this. Like I said, the punishment could vary with the strength of the offence.
For instance, slurs of any kind (that anyone who’s been raised in America or has spent a significant amount of time here ought to know is a slur) should be grounds for immediate dismissal. So should any egregious stereotyping. On the other end of the spectrum, perhaps “good” stereotypes (even though I can’t abide those, either) would warrant, at the very least, a most aciduous tongue-lashing. The first time it happens. And I do mean “at the very least”.
And re my being hung over (smart ass!), a little midrash (Hebrew lesson: it’s similar to a story): Some months ago, I read an obit in the paper, and one of the things the widow was quoted as saying was, “Dave sure loved his liquor,” and I thought to myself (after craking up, then picking myself up from off the floor), “Bless her heart! That’s what I want someone to say about me when I throw off this mortal coil!” And I meant it, too. Still do. 