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Originally Posted by brassmonkey
this is the racist asshole you want to avoid.  |
I thought he was a Mexican. It's always really cracked me up that Mexicans can be so racist.
Back in high school, I was really good friends with a dark skinned guy from Nicaragua who lived down the street from me. He was dating some white (or so I presumed) girl during our sophomore year and her parents would not let her bring him as a date to some type of formal dance thing at her conservative all-girl Catholic school. So he asked me to go pick her up and pretend to be her date for the night. Of course I said I would do it but he never mentioned it again until he paged me a couple hours before I was supposed to pick her up while I was at this thing called the Westheimer Arts Festival and was dressed like shit and had just dropped a hit of acid.
But I still had to go through with it because it was too late for him to find someone else. He picks me up while I'm tripping my balls off. We drive to her neighborhood and he pulls over one street over, gets out of the car, takes off his suit so I can wear it when I go to the door to pick her up. But first I had to drive a block to get to her house which was annoying because I had not yet learned how to drive a stick shift. He tried to teach me really quickly but I still probably stalled like 3 or 4 times before pulling into her driveway.
Finally, I make it to her front door, am still tripping pretty hard, and ring the doorbell. An older Mexican lady answered the door. I was really nice and polite when talking to her and everything but it wasn't until several minutes later as my 'date' was walking down the stairs that I realized that this Mexican lady who I had assumed to be the maid was actually the girl's mom which therefore meant that my date was 1/2 Mexican. And we're talking real Mexican, the mom was. Not upper class Monterrey Mexican or anything like that, but a real fucking Mexican.
Anyway, as her mom was taking pictures of us and everything before we left, all I could think to myself was "Why in the world does this stupid Mexican bitch have a problem with her half-Mexican (aka Hispanic) daughter going to a dance with my Nicaraguan (aka Hispanic) buddy who happened to be dark skinned but had been adopted by a wealthy white family who lived in a much bigger house in a much nicer neighborhood than she did?
Not only that but because I was tripping and my eyes were so dilated, how could she somehow think that I was a better, more suitable date for her daughter than my friend who really was just an all-around stand up guy? What in the fuck gave her the right to judge him? Seriously. When the pics got developed a few weeks later and I saw just how much of a mess I looked that night, I was astounded at how she could not have known that something was up. I guess in her mind all that mattered was that I was white and had pulled up (barely) in a relatively new BMW which of course was not even mine.
The bottom line is that no one should ever judge anyone based on skin color or nationality. Especially if you're a fucking Mexican.
Oh, and I also stalled the car a few times while backing out of the driveway. Once I got it halfway down the street my buddy jumped out from behind some bushes in his underwear freaking out because he thought I was going to break his car.
Apparently they had a fun night, though, so it was worth all the hassle.