Three recent restaurant moments, all on the same day.

 1) This (late middle-aged) (white) couple doesn't finish their chicken satay, and I offer them a box for the lone piece of skewered chicken left on the little platter.

"Oh no, we're good," the lady was like, "And it was good, but we just can't eat anymore."

"Are you sure you don't want to take it home?", I was like. "Like, if you don't want a box, maybe you can slip it inside your coat?", and with that, I mimicked opening up a coat and slipping it upside-down into an inside breast pocket, so like you could maybe haul it out by the stick later and eat it, if you were hungry.

"Oh no!", the lady was like, "But good idea."

2) When I went to get some fried veggie potstickers to take out as an appetizer, the one (Pentecostal) Guatemalan who was plating them was like, "Un momento" or something like that just as I noticed one was missing from the plate, and he bends down to the floor and picks up a potsticker that must have fallen off it and onto the dirty red tile in the narrow little corridor where everyone walks back and forth into and out of the kitchen all the time.

And, he goes to the deep fryer, fires it in a basket, and puts it down in the frothing oil for like ten seconds.

Then, he pulls it up, pulls it out, and takes it over and puts it on the plate again.

"Now, ready," he was like.

3) A lady calls on the phone to let us know she'll be noticeably late picking up her order of tom kha gai, but she'll be there.

Then, when she comes and turns out to be a (white) (plump) (blonde) lady in her (mid-50s), I thank her and tell her that if she ever knows sooner, if she calls ASAP, sometimes it's not made up yet and we can put a delay on it in the kitchen for her.

"Oh, thank you," she was like, and then she said it didn't matter anyways since she lives 30 minutes away in a small town, and everything gets cold anyways by the time she gets home.

Then, she told me that she's been trying to make tom kha gai soup at home with the coconut milk and everything, but "it's just not the same," so she always has to pick some up whenver she's in town for something.