Yesterday, I made a new friend during a weekly celebration of Philly's beerliciousness. He worked in the same industry as me, had roots in the middle east like me, and was a damn interesting conversation (much like myself). Our highly-engaging discussion was only interrupted by the loud, unintelligible rants of some drunk guy two dozen feet away near the bar.
Brimming with a liquor-induced hunger for drama and confrontation, the token loudmouth stealthily emerged unannounced directly in my new friend's face. Completely out of the blue and sans introduction, he uttered the following to my friend:
"Let me guess, your name starts with an A."
(Incidentally, my name begins with an A; I'm Jewish). The bellicose harasser promptly moved on to "M" and several other letters before my new friend, mercifully, remarked that his name began with a "W."
But the drunk guy couldn't stop himself. He quickly and confidently declared, "It can only be Wassan. I have you pegged, don't I? I've been all over the world, and I know my shit." He didn't. After painfully watching the inebriated bigot make a complete ass out himself for a few excruciating moments longer, my friend finally gave up his name. It was Arabic, which left the racist feeling vindicated.
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