I learned how to use chopsticks when Matt and I were dating. He's obviously Chinese (or at least some Asian ethnicity, right?). I'd always wanted to learn, and he taught me. I'm actually quite good, if I do say so myself.
Tonight, because we had free babysitting provided by the Husband's Employer, we decided to go out to eat. We appreciate Asian foods of all kind: Chinese, Thai, Korean (oh the Beef Bulgogi!), and Vietnamese (I'm less of a fan of Japanese, though I do like me some Yakisoba Noodles).
Tonight was a Vietnamese night. We headed to our favorite place. We were seated very quickly, and then proceeded to hem and haw about what to order. While we sat around deciding, our waiter brought us some water. And some Spring Rolls.
And a single napkin with a fork. And set it down right next to me.
No, he didn't bring Matt a fork. Just me. No, I hadn't asked for a fork and yes, we already had chopsticks at our table. I sat there for a moment, appalled. I looked up at Matt. We were both a bit in shock! Did that just happen?!
I really wanted to be offended, but instead it just kept sending me into fits of giggles. One fork for the whitey!
I think I was just discriminated against!? Or maybe Matt was!