To satisfy the petulant desires of the flesh container that is my body, I swung by In-N-Out, made known to me by the Dude (as was the White Russian). The Dude abides. Anyway, I'm sitting there and across from me are these pale white specimens of human beings, bordering on the albino, poring over a grid of cards wrapped in plastic. The throwing of dice, exchanging of counters, and yelling of "whoa! you can roll another for plus two! SWEET!" shed light on new shit, as the Dude would say: some kind of magic/dungeons & dragons/poke-your-mom game was happening.

I found this very odd.

It's not that I laugh at the lowliness of their geeky pursuits. And it wasn't entirely that they were playing this card game at a booth at In-N-Out (with no In-N-Out victuals! For shame!). The problem, as it turned out, was that these white people were not only in the social but ethnic minority there. There were plenty of Asians (Indian and the Sino-Taiwan kind) and plenty of Hispanic people but those card-carrying members of the club of stereotypical geeks were the only white people there.

And then I chuckled to myself and went back to reading about the history of Romantic Music. At In-N-Out. At least I'm Asian!