I knew it was one of you . . .

I was at a company team-building function at a local entertainment/bar venue. Let's call it Jill's near the Funway.

Everyone was having a good time playing pool, drinking beers and eating wings.

I ordered a Blue Moon and the waitress took a few seconds to tell me that they didn't have Blue Moon but have a very similar beer called "Choctaw" or something that sounded like that (it was noisy). During the exchange she looked directly at me for at least 15 seconds.

Enter the other Asian guy. He's 30 lbs lighter, about the same height and wearing completely different clothing. Oh yeah, and he also doesn't look anything like me, nor did he order a beer.

Fuck yeah, you guessed it, the waitress came back and tried to give him my beer while I was standing right next to him.

I tell her that I ordered it and that it was my beer.

"I knew it was one of you, " she said.

I turned to the other Asian guy and I just said, "I'll let this one slide".

I don't get white people confused. I don't get black people confused. I don't get brown people confused. And I don't see where someone who lives in a major metro area has any excuse for making a fucktard mistake like that.

Maybe I'll just start not being able to tell people from "southie" apart (south boston is a predominantly Irish, lower tax bracket part of town famous for their boston accents).

Sigh . . . It's just like all my minority friends say to each other, "They'll never understand what it's like."