...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) A (young college-age) (long stringy-haired) (white) guy wearing nerd-glasses and a shirt with a stylized cartoon iguana comes in with a (short) (cleancut) (young college-age) (baby-faced) (Indian-American) guy who stands and lustfully clasps his belly as they wait by the host-stand to be seated, although once seated, they no longer display any couple-like behaviors.
After the (white) guy orders his cashew nut stir-fry, too, I'm like, "You know how you could have ordered that?".
"How?", he was like.
"Iguana cashew nut stir-fry!", I was like, and both looked at me confusedly, and somewhat politely.
Later, too, when I checked if their entrees were okay, I told the (white) guy that I was relieved that his dish was okay.
"Otherwise," I was like, "You would be like, 'Iguana refund!'"
And, after a very short pause, I repeated myself, "Iguana refund!".
And, that joke landed better, perhaps because of the characterization that I put into the voice.
2) By our back counter on the back of a plastic table stand with a number on it that we use for our organizational system for take-out orders, there was posted a recent receipt where a (young) (South Asian) customer had left no tip, and written something about how tipping does not exist in (Thailand).
3) Towards close, a (young) (South Asian) woman who ordered through Doordash calls and says that she was delivered the wrong thing, and that she got the correct type of fried rice, but it has chicken, not tofu, and she ordered tofu.
"Oooh, that's through a third party vendor, I'm not sure what we do," I was like, and I asked her to wait, and I got my one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones.
And, they talked, and in so many words, my one (Thai) coworker told her sorry, too bad, contact Doordash for a refund.
And, after she hung up, I asked her what was up, and it turns out the delivery guy checked that it was fried rice but didn't notice if it was chicken or tofu, so it might have been an honest mistake on our part, but because the customer placed an order through a third party vendor, we don't even have their address on file, and if we sent out a delivery driver with a replacement order, they wouldn't be getting paid at all, since all of the money had been channeled through the middleman of Doordash.
"And that's not fair to him," my one (Thai) coworker said, nodding in the direction of our (Chinese from China) coworker, who was working delivery that night.
And, she specified that if the owner was here, he would write down the address and probably send out a replacement, but he's not because he's on vacation in (Thailand), so she's not sending out a replacement, since that's not fair to our delivery driver.
4) As I go to clock out, it's the last day of the month, and my one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones has already put a stack of new timecards out by the punch machine for when everyone will need them the next day, and I comment to the (newer) (taller) (younger) (pimply-faced) (Thai) that I can't believe tomorrow is already July.
"See you next month!", he then says, cheerfully.
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