Okay, so. I recently when out for a night on the town at one of America's finest dinning establishments, IHOP.
I loves me some IHOP. It's a ton of super good food, for just a few bucks. No reservations. No pretensions.
Contrary to popular belief, it's actually rare to have a waitress that's on meth. A recovering meth addict? Yes. Actually tweaked out while on the clock? Not usually.
But I confess, I do get a little nervous when the cashier or the bus boy has a little tear-shaped tattoo under his eye.
So any way, I think I was "profiled" at IHOP!
I mean nothing like getting profiled at the airport if your last name is Jaffar. Or being a black man who's pulled over by the cops because he's driving a Lexus. But profiled just the same.
When the waitress comes to take my drink order, I order a cup of coffee. Which is totally usual for me. Then the waitress asks, "Do you want cream with that."
"Yes, please." I reply.
So she says, "Do you want half-n-half or vanilla flavored?"
"Oooh! Vanilla would be good!"
So here's the profiling part...she says. "I figured."
Whuuuuh? What does that mean? Does everyone who goes to IHOP in a tie and cuff links, ask for the vanilla flavored creamer?
It's hard being a civil rights leader.
Kiss my grits.
