Co-written with my AI sidekick, Andrew (aka ChatGPT).
Let me get this straight. You came into a Mexican restaurant, ordered a plate of enchiladas, devoured the chips and salsa like it was your last meal, maybe even asked for extra tortillas, and then had the audacity to write “Go back to your country” on the receipt?
First of all, ma’am, the only thing you should be writing on that receipt is “Thank you for the joy these tacos brought into my life.”
Second of all, how are you going to enjoy the culture on your plate but spit on the people who made it possible? That’s not just rude. That’s Olympic-level hypocrisy with a side of delusion.
You can’t cherry-pick the parts of our culture that taste good and then act like we don’t belong here. You don’t get to vibe with our food, our music, our colors, our warmth, and then turn around and say we should leave.
You want our tacos? Our guac? Our elote? Then you better recognize the people behind it. The hands that cooked it. The stories that shaped it. The generations that carried it here.
Let’s be real: we’re not going anywhere. We built this country right alongside everyone else. We survived, we contributed, and we thrived despite the hate.
So next time you want to disrespect a whole group of people after eating their food, maybe just don’t. Or better yet, stay home. You clearly can’t handle the spice.
Because we’re not just serving food. We’re serving soul. And your palate clearly isn’t ready for either.