Reverse Discrimination through the Eyes of a Stupid White Guy

Because I know some of you like disclaimers: this post is entirely for entertainment purposes and not really based on any specific epitaph, slur, or derogatory comment. The story is based in the oversimplified perspective of an exhausted, road weary, sleep deprived white boy. I work with native tribes all the time, and I have a great (but slow) time with them. Please keep this in mind while reading the following. Thank you.
-AAD

So there I was in Dulce, NM putting together some computers for little native kids on the Jicarilla (said HIC-a-REE-a) Navajo Reservation. Great people... very helpful for a guy, way out of his range, to find a place to eat lunch. They recommended "El Ranchero". That should of been a give away right there. So being beat from bustin' my hiney all morning (and starving to boot) I say what the heck and go in. Immediately I find the waitstaff having their lunch. That's cool... until 5 minutes go by and I'm wondering what to do. Eventually the guy just turns around, probably surprised I'm still there, and says to me to sit anywhere (would of been good to know that 5 minutes ago). So I sit down... they finish their lunch, the gal gets up and finally comes over with a menu. A VERY limited menu... but hey, I'm in the middle of nowhere. What is also weird is that all the dishes start at like $7. I'm not stingy or anything, but this place had the look of a $4 plate lunch...not really all that fancy. So I quickly order the first thing on the menu...because it looks like the specialty for the place. Two beef enchiladas, Spanish rice, something I didn't recognize, and beans in a green chili sauce. Sounded delicious.... unfortunately this is when it got really strange.

Shortly after I arrived and sat down, another party was seated and order was taken before me. Then as I waited for my food, a to-go order is put in by another lady, two other groups are seated and orders taken. I see the order come out pretty quickly for the people who came in after me, hoping that my order would soon come out too... I was starving! Now, I should point out that everyone there was 1) local 2) well known by the staff and 3) not white. I wouldn't dare make an assumptions about what everyone's background was, but I definitely stuck out. I then waited for what seemed like eternity (more like another 20 minutes). The waitress comes out with the orders for the other tables but right behind her is the guy who brings me this plate of something. It was a tortilla, with green sauce on it, a few strands of shredded lettuce, these strange popcorn looking things (which turned out to be what I can't pronounce or spell, but where good) and three grains of Spanish rice. I assume, "well maybe this is the toppings for my enchiladas..." so I dig in. This is when I notice two disheartening things. There are two pinto beans in the green sauce... and something that could of been 1/16th of an ounce of beef or a booger. Screw it I thought, not happy at this point, but needing food and to get back on the job. I scarfed down the food and went to pay. The "guy" who was working at that point did fix things for me. He charged me for only half of what I owed because he said my plate was lame and when he mentioned it to the cook, she told him to screw off. Lovely...

So what did I learn from this? That:

1) you shouldn't jump to conclusions even if you're the only member of a certain group in a room, and you don't get any kind of service and a lame plate, possibly made with a phlegm byproduct

2) ignorant and small minded people exist everywhere and come in every shade

3) I get to leave the Rez and go back to my irritatingly progressive, fairly color-blind, rainy home... someday.