…at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) When I had a lot on my mind with trip planning and projects etc., my one (Guatemalan) coworker who always tries to (good-naturedly, mostly) f*ck with me noticed and was like, No estas feliz? (“You’re not happy?”).
2) One weekend lunch shift when I was working a double and they forgot to make my food and so I had to stand around ten minutes into my hour break for it to get made, I had nothing to do while waiting for it, so I kept putting my hand on my stomach and a tremendously pained look on my face and I kept leaning dramatically against a kitchen counter like in weakness and saying stuff like Ai, estoy moriendo, estoy moriendo (“Oh, I am dying, I am dying!”), and then when finally my food was ready, I was like, Oh, gracias, me salvaste (“Oh, thank you, you saved me!”), all with very overexagerrated emotions, which made my one (new) (young) (quiet) (female) (Guatemalan) coworker occasionally titter.
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