He Wants Food, Not Facts

I work at a restaurant that serves food from all parts of the world on a rotating, seasonal menu.

Customer: “Hey, you’re Mexican, right? What’s more filling, the tacos or the burrito?”

Me: “I was born in the United States, but my heritage is Colombian.”

Customer: “What part of Mexico is that?”

Me: “Colombian is not Mexican. It is Colombia.”

Customer: “Where is that?”

Since we serve food from all over the world, there is a large world map on the wall, and this table happens to be close to it. I walk six feet toward the map and point out Colombia.

Me: “There, sir.”

Customer: “Oh, so it’s still one of the Mexican countries.”

Me: “Mexico is its own country, sir.”

Customer: “Look, you all speak Mexican down there, so you’re all Mexican countries.”

Blink and a pause.

Me: “The burrito is more filling, sir.”