When I was a kid I used to live in a predominantly white neighborhood— mostly Portuguese, Italians and Polish. Having only lived in Canada for a few years, I was still getting used to the different cultures that made up my school, and as a kid, I gotta admit I became self-conscious of the exotic foods that I brought for my classmate to see. You know, I'd take out my rice and chicken adobo, or literally, what I'd normally eat at home for lunch, but in a packed container. And then you got my classmates bringing their Lunchables, like it's cheese and crackers, with processed ham and sometimes they put in a chocolate bar, like, what? Though it seemed like a meal to them, it didn't for me; but vice versa. They thought I was weird too. My biggest concerns though revolved around the snacks I brought. You see, there's this Filipino snack called sweet corn, and it has an uncanny resemblance to corn pops. I brought some to school one day in a sandwich bag, and a classmate [came] up to me and excitedly asked, "Hey, can I have some? I love those!" And in my head, I'm like, "Wow, my non-Filipino classmate is not only aware of this Filipino snack, but enjoys consuming it like I do? Nice!" She reaches in, takes a handful, and stuffs them in her mouth, chews for two seconds, and immediately changes her expression to disgust and regret. [SPITS] "Ew, ew, eww!" "What is this?" "Uh, sweet corn." "I thought it was corn pops. Ew, ew, it's disgusting." "You're disgusting." In later occasions, more classmates would repeat the same mistake even after being warned. "Oh dude, I love those!" "Are you sure? I don't think it's what you think it is." "No, no, corn pops, right?" "No no no no, sweet corn." "Yeah, yeah, sweet corn pops. Whatever. Can I have some?" [SPITS] "Ugh, ew!" ("You didn't listen...") Honestly, they probably only found it gross because it's not what they presumed it to be. The same thing happened when I brought those shrimp chips too. "Oh man, can I have a french fry?" "It's... they're not fries." "Don't lie, those are totally fries." "I'm not. I'm really not." "Ewww! Ew eww..." "The fuck did I just say, ya little bitch?"
Beautiful ending.
My mom made me really elaborate lunches. Typically foods that kids were familiar with, but not lunchable garbage. They would still act like it was really strange, and I should just eat a pb&j. Fuck you, I got a thermos full of spaghetti and meatballs, and you have bologna on stale ass white bread.
There's something about his voice...
My dad would always tell me a story about a Japanese kid he went to school with. The kid always had the most elaborate lunches while my dad had white bread and ham. Turns out the kid wanted to fit in while my dad wanted to try the exotic food. They would end up trading lunches every day.
you didn't listen
I grew up in a poor predominantly African American neighborhood (I'm a white guy). I was raised knowing that the best part of pork chops and any other meat with a bone was the marrow. Break it open and suck out the deliciousness. In 5th grade I moved to an affluent neighborhood and went to a private school (my parents got a job at the school). One day the second week of school we had pork chops for lunch. I looked around and noticed nobody was sucking the bones so I started asking for them. From that day on I was the bone boy and every time we had porkchops for lunch I would have a pile of bones on my plate. All in all things turned out pretty Ok.
tldr; white people apparently don't suck porkchop bones.
LIES! NO ONE DISLIKES THOSE SHRIMP CHIPS!
Either they didn't care about my corned beef and rice, or I was too busy enjoying it to notice my classmates' reaction.
My favorite from domics https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXlgOX95Q0U. His break up series was pretty good too