I’m from Detroit originally, and one of the staples down there is the coney dog, it’s basically just a chili dog with mustard and onions but it’s a delicacy back home.
There’s very few coney island restaurants on this side of the state, and the ones that are here are of questionable quality. I had traveled to one called Grand Coney roughly ten miles from my home once, it was 3AM on a Friday night and I figured that it would be nearly empty, little did I know.
I pulled up and saw a large crowd of, let’s just say ethnics, gathered around the parking lot blasting music and yelling at each other. It reminded me of all the times I’d seen similar gatherings outside shops and restaurants in Detroit and I hadn’t wanted to be anywhere near those either. I had gone out of my way to get a coney dog and I didn’t want to leave empty handed but something told me I should get my White ass out of there, so I did.
The I knew the chances of me getting into a confrontation were low but I didn’t want to take any chances. Not after I’d seen my share of footage of Whites getting assaulted by these people in similar surroundings. Liberals mock people for being scared of diversity, but they should try being the lone White person in a parking lot surrounded by ethnics at 3 in the morning.
That was several months ago, but last week I had the craving for a coney dog again. This time I travelled up to Grand Coney on a very early Tuesday morning, figuring it would be the optimal time to cut down on diverse crowds. I arrived at the restaurant and noticed the parking lot was mostly full of cars. Unlike last time there were no crowds of people making jungle noises so, undettered, I entered and waited near the doors for service.
The restaurant was busy, there were groups of ethics seated around the dining area, all manner of races were on display. It looked like a backdrop for some new Netflix show starring Zendaya. There were Mexican guys wearing baggy clothes and “Edgar” haircuts and Mexican girls wearing tight outfits showcasing their lumpy asses along with other ethnicities, many of whom looked strung out.
I made eye contact with the servers, also ethnics, who were working in the kitchen, none acknowledged me and I continued to wait for several more minutes. Despite all the diversity, my focus was drawn to a fat white girl who was sitting at the bar top wearing a tube top. Her stretch marked gut was totally exposed, it looked like a huge wad of gum. I tried not to stare at it, it was making me lose my appetite. I cursed the body positivity movement for emboldening cows like this.
I waited a bit longer, an old couple who were waiting behind me grew tired of not being greeted and walked into the dining area where they were scolded by one of the black servers. I thought about grabbing a table for myself even if it was dirty but I did the polite thing and continued to wait, my patience wearing thin. I again made eye contact with one of the servers and gave her a “what gives?” expression, she ignored me and turned back to what she was doing.
I’m never one to get impatient with wait staff, I know what it’s like to deal with shitty customers and low pay but this was getting ridiculous. Part of my wanted to scream at them, in the same way I’ve wanted to scream at the ethnics blasting their car speakers or leaving garbage on the ground in public.
I wanted to grab the food off one of the Mexicans plates and throw it in the smug face of the server who ignored me but I just stood there like an idiot for another moment before leaving. I was wired off of caffiene and nicotine and I was hungry, I just wanted a coney dog for God’s sake, I hadn’t had one in years. I wound up going to a truck stop across town that was open 24/7 and had a pretty decent steak sandwich so the night wasn’t a total loss.
I guess this is what diversity is all about, being the last white guy in a crowd of people you have nothing in common with, while all your cultures blend together so your only shared identity is eating slop together.