...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) My one (young) (tall) (Latino-American) coworker calls right after he leaves to go make a delivery, since some animal ran across the street right in front of him and he had to slam on the brakes and when he did that the order shifted and the tom yum gai soup container popped open and spilled all into the bottom of the plastic to-go bag and got onto the styrofoam trays of like pad see you and whatever that were also in there, and now he needs a new soup order made pronto as well as to re-bag the whole order, because he's turning around and coming right back and he wants to get this delivery out again as quickly as possible.
And, when he does get back, I'm like, "You did save that one animal, but now we need to kill another chicken."
2) When I get to work that night I see my one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones and my one (newer) (taller) (Thai) coworker, and since we all work together on Mondays I think it's a Monday even though it's a Thursday, and then when I go back into the kitchen and see my (Guatemalan) coworkers I'm like, "Feliz lunes" ("Happy Monday"), which makes them laugh and correct me and say it's Thursday, and then the rest of the night one or two of them start calling me "Senor Lunes" ("Mr. Monday").
. . .
(They kept calling me Senor Lunes on and off for several weeks beyond that, too.)
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