…towards end of summer:
1) I turn on the water pitcher-filling slender small moveable faucet, and it’s misdirected and part of it squirts out past the sink and hits my one (chuibby) (Thai) coworker on her pants-leg.
“Why you do that?”, she’s like.
“Because I’m flirting with you,” I’m like.
2) My one (smily) (Guatemalan) coworker who always gets new styles with his haircuts comes in, and he has a fresh fade with this small neat stripe following his hairline in broad curves.
“Ay senor” (“Aiaiai, Mister”), I’m like, when I see that. “Que buena onda” (“What a sexy wave,” but also “What good vibes/fun”).
(Or at least I think that it translates to something like that.)
3) There’s a new sign board advertising a dinner special on slow nights, with pictures of various entrees beneath.
Only, I don’t pay attention too much, and then my one (Chinese from China) coworker points out that they’re all made by AI, and I look and they’re all weird, like what’s a pad thai also morphs into a portion of rice and like red soup on the side of the plate, and shit like that.
And, my one (Chinese from China) coworker keeps harping on it, saying things like he hoped that not that many customer noticed it, “Since if I saw that sign, I wouldn’t go into that restaurant,” and, “I don’t understand why he used AI, we have pictures of all of the food” (i.e. like the pictures they had used earlier in the year for the menu re-design).
(Thankfully, only table ever asks what one of the AI entrees is the entire time the sign is up, although I don’t handle it the best and I say that that picture was taken from online and it’s not something we have… I should have just said we’re out of it, although I suppose that response would have caused trouble if they had come back in the future and tried to order that dish.)
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