Life with a coworker...

...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:

1) While me and my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker are by the plating station where food gathers to take out to customers, my one (tall) (skinny) (Latino-American) (just-graduated-from-high-school) coworker grabs a tofu pad thai and finishes dressing it with raw carrots and beansprouts and a lime wedge and goes to hand it to me to take out, and then he suddenly stops and starts laughing at himself.

"Look what I did!", he's like.

As it turns out, the plate had already been dressed, but the side with all that stuff had somehow gotten turned away from where we all were, so him dressing the plate was actually the second time that that had happened, and there was a portion of raw carrots and bean sprouts and a lime wedge on each side of the plate.

(We took off the second lime wedge to return it to the lime-bin, since you could sanitarily salvage that, but otherwise we sent all that extra stuff out to the customer.)

2) When I ask my one (tall) (skinny) (Latino-American) (just-graduated-from-high-school) coworker what he thinks of the health insurance CEO assassination, he just gets this big wide dopey-looking smile on his face like it's Christmas, and it's a busy night and right then we get interrupted, and like twice more in the night I start asking him about it, and each time he just gets that big wide dopey-looking smile on his face.

. . .

(! - and he had been viscerally disturbed by the idea that people could come inside the restaurant and steal take-out orders.)