I've been accused by a few people, of picking on African-Americans in my blog.

So, I'm here to go the opposite direction. I'm going to pick on a white person. An albino, at that.

Well, that's not really true. Sure, musician Edgar Winter is albino. But it's someone at his concert.

This white trash loser (I only say that, because Edgar Winter had a band called White Trash)...walked into the club in San Juan, Capistrano. And, he told everyone around him, that he's seen Edgar Winter 10 times. And, he saw Johnny Winter, his guitar slinging brother, when he was 15-years-old.

During the show, all the guy would yell, was "Johnny and Edgar Winter! Austin, Texas!!" Every two minutes. Even after Winter acknowledged him.

One woman told him to "give it a rest." I told him to "Shut up, already."

Tonight, at Baja Fresh for dinner, there was a Caucasian lady in line. First of all, there were two people in front of her. So, the line was already crawling along slowly.

Then, even though she had five minutes to look at the menu board while waiting...she now decides to look up there and decide what she'll have.

Now, I have no problem that she's asking for the cashier to describe a vegetarian burrito. If you don't know what an item has in it, you ask. But, she has a list, for all her family members. And she can't read certain things on the list. I wanted to ask "Don't you check it before you leave the house?"

I finally said to my girlfriend, "I'm going to go get some salsa. This is going to take forever."

After 10 minutes, she placed her order.

As we are enjoying our dinner 10 minutes later, it's one of those small things you love in life.

I sip my Coke, and see her SUV pull back into the parking lot. Apparently, her order was wrong.

I was tempted to say something from across the restaurant. But I bit my tongue.