Scrambled Eggs

Me: "Is this scrambled eggs?" (At Ihop)

Friend #1: "Yea, what else would it be?"

Me: "But I ordered overeasy."

Friend #1: "You should say something."

Me: "Nah it's ok. I'll just eat it."

Friend #2: "You should say something. That's why people think all Asians are passive."

I really wanted to disagree with this statement...but a part of me couldn't.

My train of thought:

WTF? I'm not passive.

It's just inconvenient for them to bring the plate back.

Ok, well maybe I kinda am passive. I am passive-aggressive sometimes.

WTF? It's not because I'm Asian.

Ok maybe it is. There's children in Vietnam that are getting beat up to sell lottery tickets, and why am I gonna complain about some stupid form the eggs came in?

Basically, I didn't want to say anything because:

I felt like it was inconvenient for the waiter to bring it back and for the chef to re-do it. It wasn't a big deal for me. I know it was my "right" to get the dish correctly the way I ordered it, but it wasn't a big deal, and I didn't care too much. It's all going into my stomach anyway.

There are so many people out there who can't even get themselves a decent meal, and I'm gonna complain that my eggs (that I'm lucky to even be eating) came out in a form different from what I originally ordered? It just seems so petty. It's absolutely nothing in the bigger scheme of things. It was a simple mistake not done with bad intentions, and I couldn't justify sending the plate back for them to throw it away and re-do it.

My roommate said it best in a blog entry. She said in Vietnam, not much seems to matter, but in the U.S. it's such a big deal. You have a bug in your water, just scoop it out and keep on drinking. I had one in my drink like every other day.

I'll speak up for things that are worth speaking up about, and I'll voice my opinion when it can bring about a positive change. That just didn't seem like something that mattered, so I didn't say anything.