Holiday tidbits (3 of 4): Restaurant coworkers.

Like a few days before we closed the (Thai) restaurant for Christmas, suddenly one night the eldest daughter of the owners came out from the back office with ice cream cake in little red-and-white crosshatched paper food trays, to bring everyone to eat.

It was her dad's birthday!

And, since her parents always work, they were celebrating at the restaurant.

The one (younger) (very short) (Guatemalan) cook who speaks the one indigenous language that most of the others don't speak and who also always calls me "senor" like I call everyone else and who is also laconic but is also somehow always chatty with me, he stood there eating the cake and was like, "When is your birthday?", and then when I told him and asked him why, he was like, "Bring us food then."

Like the day right before we closed, too, he came into work looking like shit, all dark around the eyes and moving slow.

I think he let loose on the night of the last day of work before vacation, and he must have gotten super fucked up and been all hung over coming into work, that last final day.