Pre-Halloween Night

Okay so let me set the scene... Quintin and I, Halloween eve, Downtown Chicago, about 11:00 p.m. inside a bar, a short walk from Q's apartment by the name of Finn McGools. We took a seat at the bar coincidently next to the only other person of color. Q and I each ordered a beer, and were casing the scene. I stood up briefly to order another when I turn to see that my seat had been taken by a young woman, plausebly in her late 20's. I avoided eye contact with her, but shot a look to the african american man, with whom she was now conversing, suggesting that 'it was cool man, do ya thang'. So 5 minutes passed and the lady eventually tapped me on my shoulder and said, "Im sorry did I steal your seat", I responded "no its fine"... and this is where things got interesting.... I find narratives to be more convincing than dialogue so the rest of the story will continue in that manner. ...
D-David
Q-Quintin
B-Random Black dude
R-Random White lady

R: Hey Im ________( i forgot her name)
D: Nice to meet you Im David and this is my friend Quintin
R: So why arn't you guys dressed up
D: Its not halloween yet, plus were just sort of lame... What are you going for, some kind of wrestler?
R: I guess so, I cant call it.
D: Nice...
* awkward moment of silence*

R: So I have a question, and you guys look like you might be able to help me with it.
B: Go on...
R: So Im a teacher, and this is my first time teaching in an inner city school, and one of the biggest obstacles I've been struggling with is connecting with students who speak different languages.
D: ok?
R: Ya know... Asian students, Hispanic students, African Americans.
D: Really, African American students..... Im pretty sure African Americans speak English.
B: Yea, (cosigner)
R (Face sinks)
Q: (laughs)
R: NO they Don't...
D Really? Then what language do they speak?
R: Um... i don't know French... something I cant understand
D: Okay... ( laughs)

* Random Black dude and Random White lady get into some pointless argument about 'african american students who speak french as their native tongue' meanwhile David and Q, rush to finish their beers knowing that it is probably time to leave.

D: Excuse me miss.. Before we leave I just want to say this because I am African American and I think that ignorance is contagious so if I have the opportunity to clear up any ambiguity I HAVE to take it... So, you may have Black students who don't speak the same vernacular of English that you grew up with , but there rest your responsibility as an educator to show them the correct way, and I don't think that your approach of viewing it is a foreign language is appropiate and only reflects intollerance on your behalf.
R: Okay, i see that, I mean but what I hear isn't english.. its african.
Q: ( shoots david the lets go look)
*minutes pass... as Q and D close their tabs, meanwhile Random Black Dude is still having a side convo with Random White Lady.
R: (pointing at David) I like you, tall handsome intelligent man with nice smile.... here let me buy you drink!
(pointing at Random Black Man) You are a bit fiesty.
D: Oh' if you insist Ill take a coke, Ive had my fair share for tonight...
R: Im not waisting my money on soda...
D: Thats fine, were gonna leave pretty soon here..but thanks tho.
R: here have a shot...
D: no thanks... we've gotta go. Tchaou
B: Voce fala portugues?! ( Do you speak portuguese ?)
D: Um poco. ( A little)
Q: (laughing)
D: As pessoas nunca devem julgar um livro pela cobertura( people should never judge a book by its cover)
R: You guys arn't speaking spanish, what language is that?
Q: ( still laughing)
D: It could be portuguese or just a another part of the african american dialect, you cant seem to understand.

Q and D exit the bar...