Unfiltered Story #122524

, , | Unfiltered | October 7, 2018

(I am a bartender at a New York bar. However, I come from the Southwest. On a very slow night, I am chatting with a customer, only to realize that he is from the reservation next to my hometown. We talk for a couple minutes, and he went on his merry way. A new customer had arrived near the end of the interaction, and she looked at me with an expression I can only call disgust.)

Customer: “How could you allow that?”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “Why was he speaking foreign languages?! This is America. I bet he’s an illegal. If you come here, you should speak the language.”

(As she spoke, she got more and more incensed. Finally, she was nearly screaming at me. Finally, I was able to get a word in edgewise.)

Me: “Ma’am, that man was a Native American, and he was speaking Navajo.”

(With that, the customer left.)

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