I went to a Mexican restaurant here in Portland, Oregon this weekend, and I was walking out of the restaurant and one of my fellow patrons grabbed my arm and said, "Get me some more water."

I was a little confused, and blinked at 'em, which made my fellow patron snap, "Agua! More-o! Now!"

"Sir, there is no need for that tone," I told him.

At which point, before I could say anything else, the guy proceeded to threaten to call the manager and discussed my theoretical ancestry and sexual habits in profane detail.

I was pretty much so shocked at the stupid that I just shook my head and walked out. But of course, my kind of people don't EAT at restaurants, we just work there.

Moral of the story? Los gente son estupido. Let's poke them with sticks!

(And the food at the restaurant wasn't good, either. Ah, well.)

HOLY SHIT...