...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) The (wife) (Thai) restaurant owner with the (tired face) shows up in this fashionable summery dress that's like white linen with navy blue accents, but somehow she also has to do something at the stove, and so she stands at the stove and cooks while looking like a fashion-plate, just holding out the big wok handle with one hand, as she stands several feet back from the stove so that no grease spatters onto her and her dress.
2) A local (young) (lesbian) comes in with a friend, and at the end of the meal they present a business card for the restaurant where on the back there's a handwritten signed-and-dated note from the (wife) (Thai) restaurant owner saying that these 3 people listed on it should get a 15% discount whenever they come in, since it's obvious from the overall situation that they're all renters from them at one of the residential buildings that they own somewhere else in town, and so this must be some sort of perk that all or at least some of their renters get when they come into their restaurant.
3) A big table of (older) (white) (evangelical) women out for one of them's birthday take a shining to me, and when I go to cash out their (largely individual) bills, I ask if they need change as I ruffle through the bills, and two say no but a third says yes just as I see that she has 2 twenties for a much smaller bill and I say, "Yes, you''ll definitely be needing change," and as soon as I say that, I overhear one of them whisper to another somewhere at the back of the table, "Oh, he's so honest."
One of them, too, asks if they can pull out a treat that they brought for dessert since they're out celebrating someone's birthday, and I say yes, but later when I come back to the table, I see it's a plastic tray of 12 mini cupcakes that they had boughten from some supermarket somewhere, and so I'm like, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, there's a charge for bringing in your own dessert, you need to give us six of those cupcakes," and at that, one is like, "That's perfect, since there's six of us!", and immediately I'm like, "I know, I counted really quick before I decided to mess with you," and I laugh.
Then, the next time that I return to the table, they have one little cupcake sitting out at the end, and they say that that one is for me.
4) When I'm picking something up from in the kitchen and my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker says to wait for a minute so I can take something else out on the same trip, I'm like, "No," and as I go to turn to leave, she's like, "Save your energy, broooo! You always say you're so tired, and then you do this!"
5) When at the end of the shift my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker and my one (newer) (younger) (taller) (Thai) coworker shove some uneaten Buffalo Wild Wings takeout at me and tell me that I should finish it, I'm like, "Please remember these words, because you'll probably only hear this from me one time in my life: I don't think that I can do it, because I'm not hungry."
6) This (Amish?) (Mennonite?) (something like that?) couple come in who are in their 30s, this stolid (bearded) (white) guy with a face like a pug and a very beautiful (placid-faced) (white) wife, with her (blonde) hair tucked back into some sort of light little bonnet thing.
And, they sit on the same side of the table, and most of the meal she keeps her hand so far over onto his lap that it must be sitting on his crotch, and they're like that for like practically the entire meal, where her hand is just obviously on this guy's crotch the whole time.
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