Hearing stories from a very stereotypical, wealthy, old, white, racist senior.
Don't get me wrong... It's not "joy" like it makes me feel good about the state of the world. It's more of a mischievous mirth brought on by this profound ignorance.
He was describing the difficulty selling this condo in Beltline "now that all the _______ and _____ have moved in there". That part was stupid, but I fuckin nearly fell off my chair when he said "the third offer that finally didn't fall through came from some African guy and the last name on the sheet was like 'BungaBungaBunga' or some giant list of consonants or whatever!..."
That part killed me.
I'm a bad person.