So I went to a local sports bar to watch UFC 77 ($10 cover rather than paying $40 to get the PPV). Yes, I am aware that I could steal it on the internets.

I haven't shaved in a couple of days, am wearing a Harley Davidson t-shirt and a baseball cap. My skin is dark enough that at the local tacquerias they will occasionally ask me for my order in Spanish. I used to work in one, and my restaurant spanish is good enough to place an order, but then when they try to keep talking to me in spanish I end up telling them that I don't really speak any spanish.

I'm sitting at a table by myself next to a table of Mexicans. The guy next to me asks me what I think about one of the fights. I say that I don't see how the Brazilian guy (Anderson Silva) can lose. This seems to be the answer that he wanted. He is slapping my back and congratulating me during the fight (which was pretty one-sided). A different waitress comes to get our drink orders and she seems to think that I'm with these guys. She asks for my order in spanish. I manage to tell her in Spanish (barely),that I'm on a separate check and that I'll have another guinness, but that I don't really speak spanish. This makes the guy next to me laugh hysterically. We appear to be bonding. Fast forward...I have asked for my check and am preparing to leave after the prelim fight that they show. Now the guy buys me a Corona. That's very nice. I toast Anderson Silva with him and try to drink me beer at a fast but reasonable speed. I'm trying to leave, but he now buys another one. What the [censored]? Now I feel stuck. After this one, he wants to buy shots. I tell him that I have to go to work in the morning, but that his shot is on me. He tells me that he works at this very bar (bussing tables) and then asks me what I do. I somehow don't think that I can tell him what I actually do. "Yes, I'm a doctor, but I've let you buy me two drinks so far and I think I'll leave now."

I lie to him and tell him I'm a cook (which I certainly have been during my life). I get a Guinness for me and for him and his one friend who is still there. I drink this extremely quickly and then leave.

I feel like a schmuck.

Verdict? Am I a jerk?

You should feel like a jerk, for starting this thread.

so, essentially, you go into a bar looking like a Mexican. and you inadvertently befriend some Mexicans. then you lie about your profession to some Mexican you don't even know.


no, you aren't a jerk imo.

well if you feel like a jerk, then you obviously wish you had done something different. What exactly do you wish you had done?

If you answer is you wish you hadnt done anything different, then I think you're ok

You're a jerk for posting a UFC spoiler!!!!!!!!!! i am abouts to watch it!

Was this at "Q" in Darian?

You're a jerk for trying to sneak in the "I'm a doctor brag" in a bar thread.

It's just a couple of shots - drink up or stop going to bars.

Were you uncomfortable making friends with Mexicans, or with letting them know you're a doctor?

Either way, it sounds mildly jerky, but nothing to have a life crisis over.

As a blue-collar born-and-bred guy now living a very white collar life, I can see where you're coming from, but you'll be happier if you get over it. There's really no need either to avoid people outside your regular social circles or to pretend you're something you're not.

I didn't read the OP, but:
If you have to ask, probably.

Edit:After reading your post, I'm confused. Why exactly did you feel a need to rush out of the bar? Was the guy hitting on you? Or did you just not feel comfortable with your Mexican side?

He feels like a jerk because this poor guy is buying him beers, I think.

Yeah, that was the impression I got. Well, either he feels like a jerk for letting the poor guy by drinks, or for lying to the poor guy about letting him buy drinks for a doctor.

I think you're a jerk for lying to him, he was being friendly and nice, you could have told him you were a doctor, and bought the rest of the drinks, badabing badaboom.

Sorry for that abortion of a post.
Apparently I'm a rambling, boring sort of drunk.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

*Grunch* (And didn’t read the OP), but yes, you’re a jerk.

He had to go perform surgery, or cook an omelette, I'm not sure which.

OP,
Report back when he comes into your office for treatment.

more surgeries should be performed using the omelette-station framework, imo

King Fish should feel like a jerk.

Confirmed.

IDK about OP but those Mexicans sound like a damn lot of fun, I hope the same happens to me.

How do you even come across an 11 year old thread with a ****ing dozen worthless posts in it?

Because I’m King Fish, And you’re not.

I'm pretty sure OP is a jerk and deserves to have bad things happen to him.

Go back to 2007.

It's ok. He signed up in 2007 and probably just feels bad he missed posting in this thread then and wants to make up for it.

'bout time somebody bumped this thread.