Light Skin, Dark Burgers

This past Friday, my big brother and I decided to go out and get drinks and dinner. On him of course--he always spoils me. So we're having our usual intellectual conversation and then the waiter comes to take our order. I wasn't feeling fancy so I decided to go with a burger--but I don't eat meat. So I ordered the "Black Bean Burger." The waiter immediately asked me "Why are you ordering a black burger? You're light skinned."

Huh???

I didn't know if I'd heard him correctly. "You just don't know, I'm as Black as they come" I said in response. I understand that he was joking, but that's not really something you joke about...especially not with strangers...especially when they're supposed to be the ones giving you a tip. I brushed it off. My brother was like "Wow that was really off putting. And it wasn't funny...kinda corny." My brother is classified as a dark skinned black male, so his experiences have been quite different than mine throughout our lives. "I get that type of thing all the time" I told him. "Really?" he said. I told him yeah--that's why it was so easy for me to keep it moving.

Who does that though? I understand that black people (and other non-white people) are color struck due to centuries of white racism, but come on man...let's have some basic etiquette.  

Then when the waiter found out that my brother and I were siblings and not a couple (as most people assume), he proceeded to keep telling me that he wanted to see me again--and asked for my "Facebook." If he even remotely thought that there was a chance he was gonna holla at me, did he not think that type of statement he'd made earlier would turn me off?

So this is what we do in 2012? Scratching my head in mental angst.