It's OK. Everyone Is Equal In My Eye.

Greetings. Apparently, something (most likely a small child) has figured out the magic button on the computer to make all of my music library disappear because for the second time in as many weeks I'm watching my itunes re-add a little over 19,000 songs. But! This reminds me of a, somewhat, funny story. Two actually, but for now you get one because my possessed dog can't hold it in forever.

I use to work at a pizza place in Fresno. It was located in a very nice neighborhood. Upper-middle class, mostly white, older people. Good tips. Crappy hourly wages, but it was probably the most fun I've ever had working. I mean, c'mon, I wasn't building rockets or anything important. At the time, I was delivering pizzas and raking in the tips. I got to drive around all day, listening to music, and pretty much getting paid to drive to a certain destination give someone something that they eagerly wanted, and get some extra money for my "trouble". Great job for someone with little responsibility but not very cool for a father of three with a mortgage.

Either way. We use to have to buy beef from a grocery store located right next to us. We'd run out, someone one would have to go next store and buy more. One particular day, it was my turn. Take some money out of the register, walk next door, grab about 10 packages of beef, and go to the checkout line. I put my beef up there and watch while the young woman scans all of it. At some point a woman who looked to be in her mid to late 40's got into the line behind me. After a while of beef, and nothing but beef, being scanned I heard a voice from behind me say something. The following is the "conversation" that ensued.

Old white lady: Wow! That is a lot of beef! You must be making a lot of tacos.
Caught off guard (half) Mexican: ?
Checkout cashier: He works at the pizza place next door.
Old white lady: ?

Yeah. I had nothing. Total shock. But I wasn't mad. Stereotypes are funny to me. Mostly they're funny when they are said as a joke. For example, driving to a show in Long Beach, somehow end up in Compton while looking for something to eat.

Me: Shit! Of course I end up in Compton when I am not even in the mood for chicken! Did they tear down every burger joint and replace it with a Popeye's or a KFC?
Friend in passenger seat: HAHAHAHA!

Not quite what I was going for but you get the point. There's a difference between me joking and an ignorant old lady assuming every Mexican buying beef is making tacos. The magnitude of ignorance in the world always floors me. So, yeah, that's my story. Maybe you'll get the other one in the next post. It is equally satisfying to your racist appetite. Good stuff. Alright, my novela is on, time to go. Bye.