…they “discriminated” against you? Are YOU fucking KIDDING ME?

Today’s been wonderful. Charlie and I got up early, settled into Redcat (a cafe downtown), ordered coffees and grits and then set to work wrapping up a few sketches for my upcoming novel, Jinx the Rabbit.

The coffees were ready first; I grabbed mine off of the counter, thanked the barista, walked away, and set it down onto my table. I then set a mental timer to take my first sip in about 20 minutes, when I knew it would have sufficiently cooled down.

The grits were ready about five minutes later; a cafe employee brought them over to Charlie and I’s table, and we thanked her. I’d ordered mine with gouda, and he’d gotten his with cheddar. I thoroughly mixed the contents of my bowl together and then let it sit for a few minutes also, returning my attention to my work (designing the novel’s cover) and giving the food ample time to cool down.

When I finally took my first bite, I really tried to NOT make a face, but I realized that Charlie was already watching me, studying my reaction carefully.

 

“Soooooooo… how is it?” he asked, lips curling up into a smile.

 

Ahhhhhh… he must have already tried his, I mused.

 

“Really good! Just a little bit salty,” I admitted.

 

“I KNOW! I’m so disappointed!” he exclaimed. “But, if I was homeless, this would taste delicious.”

 

“Exactly! And salt’s an important part of your diet, so we’re all set for the day!” I laughed. We both finished our grits, enjoying them and giving Redcat a free pass because hey, their grits are USUALLY the bomb.

 

We left Redcat a few sketches and hours later and then completed some miscellaneous shopping (Charlie dropped me off at Bargain Hunt for a bit, where I scored a queen-sized BUNNY RABBIT SHEET SET while he perused boring wares at Lowes, leaving with two wooden boards for the pups’ outdoor shelter that he’s — quite impressively — building himself).

 

We prefer shopping at Whole Foods, but it was a ten minute drive away, so today, we stepped into Sprouts instead and purchased a few items there: a $2 bag of clementines, a package of paneer, a bottle of tikka masala sauce and some healthy “soda alternatives” (among other things).

 

We arrived home just an hour ago, and I immediately settled myself down at the Dr. Pepper table, reopening my laptop to perform further work on the novel (I’d love to know just how many HUNDREDS of hours I’ve already devoted to it!). Charlie pulled his own laptop out while I began munching on salsa verde chips with guac, and then he started laughing heartily.

 

I want in on the fun! I thought to myself.

 

“What you laughing at, boy?”

 

“Oh my goodness… there’s this girl who visits Whole Foods for dinner EVERY SINGLE DAY and she’s on Facebook, claiming the store discriminated against her on the 4th of July.”

 

Super intrigued (and not yet ready to discredit the claim), I asked Charlie for more information.

 

“Well,” he continued, still chuckling, “she always visits the brasserie, where her and her boyfriend get dinner every night–”

“Must be LOADED,” I interjected. Whole Foods isn’t THE cheapest place to shop — and especially DINE — at.

 

“And all of the staff there know her — know that she always comes in — so, on the 4th of July, they actually sent her a text, saying ‘hey, we’ll be closing early today’–”

 

“Are you serious?! That is so sweet!” I interjected (again).

 

His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah —– I KNOW! Here’s what’s REALLY great, though. She KNEW they were closing early, she came in late ANYWAYS, and when they refused to serve her, she claimed that they were discriminating against her.”

 

At this juncture, my intrigue turned to anger. “Are… you… KIDDING me? Charlie. They REVERSE-discriminated against her! She got a special TEXT informing her of the store’s early closure!” I saw him scrolling through news feeds on his laptop. “Wait — is there a picture of her?”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

“Oh my gosh, let me see it!”

 

So he turned his laptop around (so that it faced me), and when I saw the gal, I almost choked on my guacamole.

 

“Holy… fucking… shit.”

 

“What? Do you know her?” Charlie asked quickly.

 

“Uh, no… I’m just shocked, because I’m looking at some white girl. Some rich and inconsiderate, self-involved white girl who got A SPECIAL TEXT MESSAGE from Whole Foods and who is claiming that she is being discriminated against.” I paused. “Is this real life?” It was so mind-boggling that I no longer knew how to feel.

 

Annnnnnnnd the whole thing made me SO furious that I had to push my chips away and write this blog post.

 

I’m not going to cite the rich bitch’s name on here (because she’s already accusing Whole Foods of slander, smh), but if you want to find out who the dummy is and get some kicks out of watching her videoed testimony regarding the horrible treatment she received (GAG), you can find that shit on Facebook.

 

In case RB ever stumbles upon this blog… sweetheart, this is what discrimination looks like:

 

What discrimination is not: Getting a special text message alert from a fancy fucking grocery store when nobody one else got one. That is — again — reverse-discrimination. And what those sweet-hearted employees did could be accurately categorized as being courteous; going above and beyond; impressively catering to your rich, white ass.

ALSO: LEARN TO MAKE A F*CKING SANDWICH YOURSELF, you “marathon-running” queen of white privilege.

 

Before publishing this greatest rant of all personal rants, two sidebars:

Sidebar #1: Can white people BE discriminated against? Of course we can! But THIS b?! *drops mic*

Second sidebar: Do I hate this stranger? Despite the strong language, no, I do not. I honestly don’t hate ANYONE in this life, even the jerks who have hurt me. But I DO hate seeing and hearing the word “discrimination” — which is a VERY SERIOUS word — get tossed around by somebody who is so damn fortunate to have not experienced it.

 

Still here,

Aun Aqui

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