the co-worker that hated indians

This is an actual testimonial of a conversation that took place between two student assistants somewhere in an office at the local state university in San Diego, California.

Troy*: "What are you reading?"
Sydney*: "The Teachings of Don Juan."
Troy: "What's it about?"
Sydney: "It's about a Yaqui Indian from Sonora who takes a young man under his wing as his apprentice on a spiritual path in search of personal power and a deeper truth. It's pretty good. You should read it."
Troy: "No thanks. I don't like Indians."
Sydney: (at a momentary loss for words) "You don't like Indians."
Troy: "No, I'm not really into that whole western frontier stuff"
Sydney: "This isn't about cowboys and Indians. It's about a Yaqui man who lives in Arizona during the sixties."
Troy: "I still don't want to read the book."

later that day....

Marciela*: "I'm having trouble trying to find someone with the right availability to fill the receptionist position. The only people that seem to be applying are of Indian decent. I wonder why?"

Sydney: "Probably because the job posting board is in the engineering department. I've noticed that a lot of Indians are engineering majors. (Trying her best to be PC) Not to generalize or anything."

Edna*: "It's true. There's an upscale neighborhood up north that is densely populated by Indian people who are all primarily engineers."

Troy: "I've never met an attractive Indian."

Marciela: "Most people would just think about something like that. But only Troy would just go ahead and say it."

*-some names have been changed to ensure the privacy of those involved due to the sensitive nature of this topic

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Though some of you might be slightly horrified by what you just read, in a twisted way it's somewhat funny. There really isn't a moral to this story, which actually happened. This is more of a tribute to my old job, from which I was fired. You see, I was a bit of a loose cannon; a real spark plug, as opposed to Troy* who was a real butt plug, and it cost me my job. Luckily for me, I've found a new job. But wouldn't you know it, Troy continues to work there. Well God bless America. In parting I say, so long, little office located at the local state university in San Diego, California. So long Troy, you jackass. You won't be missed.