The other week on a midweek weekday at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker says that on the previous night's dinner shift an eight-top of (South Asian) students came in at like 9pm, and she had finished pushing the two tables together and laying out the silverware for them, and then they were like, "Can we sit in the window?", and she had to go prepare that table then, for them, all over again.
"What time did they leave?", I was like.
"Nine-fifty," she was like. "Not too bad."
And, she said it was like four entrees for the eight of them, and it's fine because it's an automatic tip, but she doesn't like it when people are picky like that or want to change things like that.
She then started reminiscing, too, about her last trip through the city that I used to live in, that she was in line at a Starbucks there and five (South Asian) girls were ahead of her, and one got a three dollar coffee and the other four weren't buying anything, but each had a large water bottle and they were each telling the barista that they wanted their water bottles full of "extremely hot" water.
"They have a coffee pot like us," she was like. "How can that be extremely hot?"
She also said that there was a woman standing behind her, and she was just looking with anger up ahead at those girls up ahead of them in line.
"I would have said something," I was like. "Not if I was the barista, but if I was a customer behind them and there was a line, I would have said, 'Excuse me, if you are not a paying customer, please wait and go after us, we're waiting to put our orders in,' and then, if they said that their friend was a customer, i would say that their friend was a customer, not them, four people is a lot of people to do that for."
And, my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker said that the barista didn't seem very happy with them, either.
In turn, I observed that on my recent trip into a neighboring state I was walking around a small town with some historic sites and while I was doing that I really needed to go to the bathroom, so I stopped through a pizzeria on the town square and I asked them if I could use their restroom and they let me, and then when I came out I saw they had cans of soda in a cooler for sale, and so I bought a can of Diet Coke and paid with a five and left the change as a tip.
"Yes," my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker was like, "Exactly."
Besides all that, my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker was also saying her new novel is coming out in a few months but she needs someone to design the e-book cover, and we chatted about that some and it turns out that it's not just romance she writes, but fan fic romance around K-pop stars.
"And you make money off that, right?", I was like,
"No," she was like, "More passive income," and she said she gets around a hundred dollars a month off of her novel sales.
Later, too, she was doodling, and I went to look, and she was signing her pen-name over and over and over again on this sheet of paper (her pen-name is a flower name, in English).
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