I've been fuming for hours.
To my Afghani friend at the Kabob House, thanks for giving me a cultural lesson on how you treat women. I really loved it when you tried to take the guy's order who was standing directly behind me before you took mine. And it made my day when I piped up that I was next and you asked the guy in FRONT of me if I was with him. I wouldn't have even thought to talk for myself. Thanks for serving the THREE DIFFERENT ORDERS for the THREE MEN behind me and for clearing the restaurant before fulfilling my order. People get capped in this town for less. So I hope you weren't offended when I came over the counter, ripped my receipt of the credit card machine myself, signed and threw it back in your face.
Oh, that's right. It would have been in your face if you hadn't actually WALKED AWAY from the counter AGAIN.
Next time I'll send the man in rather than have him watch the baby in the car. What was I thinking?
To all my friends who have suffered disparate treatment over the years for your race, color, sex or religion, I am so sorry and I can see how this would really piss you off.