Now I want to open a nationwide chain of Mexican restaurants and name them Tenochtitlan, just to watch all the people mangle the pronunciation...

I am not certain that “racism” is the same thing as “ignorance.” Or, for that matter, “idiocy.”

When I was a child, I was unaware that there were any differences between Chinese and Japanese. I believe I was six when my grandfather set me straight: Japanese were the people we shot at in WWII. Chinese were the ones…

Particularly when someone makes a point of correctly pronouncing it right in fraggin’ front of you.

And my first thought as a manager would be, “You have life threatening soy allergies?”

“Yes!”

And your story is why I lasted two and a half weeks as a waiter in an expensive restaurant.

I could control the mouth, no problem. But once the customer crosses the event horizon, no force on Earth could control my facial expression.

When I was eight, my grandfather took me to Dairy Queen and bought me an ice cream cone. Then he ordered a beer.

The clerk explained that they did not have a liquor license, and therefore did not serve beer. He was incredulous. They served Coke, Sprite, even tea... how could they not serve BEER? He saw hamburgers, hot…

It was my understanding that coordination isn't mandatory. In fact, the more thrashing around, the better.

Makes me wonder: do people yell at the doctors and nurses because they haven't made the cancer disappear?

I bet so.