One night I was working in our cookie cutter town that Texas Monthly once referred to as "Crackerville"...I had a server come tell me that three guys were being sort of loud. So I went over to feel them out. I rounded the corner to see three young guys...this was my element. These would have been the guys that I would have been hanging out with in college. It was a Friday night...and of course they were talking to the beautiful girls behind them. Now the question became, "were they bothering the girls?"
So I cased the area...one of the guys...we will call him Harris...looked over at me...noticing that I was a manager of some sort...and whispered with the volume of a deaf 90 year old..."you aren't going to call the police are you?"
Police...really...so I walked over and sat down...feeling immediate comfortable I asked him why I should...He assured me that I shouldn't. His buddy...pretty eyes...turned around and the game started flowing...it was thick...
I think that they thought that I was every other girl in this college town that was supposed to fall all over their every words...only these guys would have been my boys...I would have been the chick with them hooking them up with the beautiful girls in the booth behind them...
So I was immune to the bs that they laid on so thick. Harris told me that he was from California...and he owned a vinyard...and pretty eyes offered me his credit cards to go shopping...I am the wrong girl...Ill milk you dry...and tell you from the jump, that I am a happily married in my mind woman...
He didn't get that at first...then I explained that you are married in your mind WAAAY before it is on paper...and I am there...they respected that. At that point the bs lightened up a bit. And we had real talk. They were cool dudes!
Pretty Eyes asked me why I was talking to them...I explained that it was my job...it started off that they were loud...so I checked it out and realized that they were harmless...but that I enjoyed talking to them...I then asked him why I wouldn't be talking to him.
He said...what if we were wearing different clothes...what if we were wearing tim's (timberland boots for those who don't know) t's, and baggie jeans...would I talk to them then...
YES...I HONESTLY WOULD...
So I asked where this was coming from...and Harris said, "do you really want to know"...
YES...I did...I told him to shoot it to me straight...
His response..."Because you are white"
So I replied...let me get this straight...the ignorance that you are assuming that I would practice...you are putting back on me now...why would you automatically assume that since I am white I am not going to speak to a person of color...I don't see color...I see people...
His boys roared bc I put him right back in his place...not to be ugly, just to clarify that one should not assume...or be ignorant...
I gave them 1/2 off their meal bc I had so much fun with them...and told them to come back and see me...and the next time to rock the tim's, T's, & baggies!!
I was combing the restaurant one night about 6 months later just before close...just after finals...and who do I find...HARRIS...I sat down and talked to him again...he is the spitting image of the guys that were my boys in school...it's good to know the cool gene got passed along!!
AND THAT I BROKE AN ASSUMPTION TRAIN OF IGNORANCE!!!
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