Had a strange sleep last night. I got to bed around 4:40 am, exhausted from work and talking over skype. During my sleep, I had dreams of violently leaping over the coffee counter and beating down customers who really did deserve a rather harsh beatdown.
Growing up as an Asian in Kelowna, you realise some things that most of the people here do not: there are many forms of racism prevalent in this town. Tonight, while I was sweeping the floor, minding my own business, this First Nations guy with a kenny g ponytail comes in, drenched with the smell of alcohol and the wear of flannel. He comes up to me and asks if anyone has welcomed me to British Columbia (BC) yet, extends his hand, and I courteously, but with much disdain, shake it. Then he asks me if I am a member of the Falun Gong. I stare, he stares. I tell him he is thinking of China, and ignore everything else has to say from that point on.
The ass then goes up to my friend, and tells her that working alone she might get molested or raped late at night. Then he comes up to me and tells me to put a lid on (which is already on) his cup for him. I tell him the obvious, “it’s on,” with an annoyed look on my face. He stares me down. I stare him down. He leaves.
Now my question is, when is the point where it becomes morally acceptable for me to jump over the counter and beat the out of a racist, sexist ignorant drunk asshole?
