A slow night, and its aftermath on another slow night.

A few months ago at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, it was extremely slow and there were exactly zero customers in the restaurant, so after a while of its being dead, I asked my one (newer) (taller) (Thai) coworker about her recent hip-hop dance performance, and I said that she should teach us some dance moves.

And, she didn't want to, so I leaned on the one counter and bent over and kind of tensed my butt cheeks up and down left and right in turn like I was twerking, and then while I held that pose I turned my head back to look at her and was like, "Is that how you do it?", and she was like, "No," so I was like, "See, you have to teach us."

So, she taught me and my one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones this one simple hip-hop dance move where you drop your shoulder on each side in a one - one - two - one - one -two pattern, while you bob your knees as your shoulder shifts out.

And, after a few minutes of us all practicing this, the one (husband) (Thai) owner of the restaurant calls up from the back office, and says we shouldn't dance while at work.

(He must have seen us over the security cameras.)

So, like the very next shift that I work with them, it turns out to be dead, too, but instead of asking for another dance move lesson, I just do a sudoku puzzle from the puzzle insert of a (British) tabloid that my one (half Sudanese) (half British) friend (the sister of the brother-sister pair) had brought me from (England) as a gift.

And, just as the sudoku puzzle is starting to crack open and it's late and it seems like no more customers will come in so I can finish it, this table of four nice (young) (hipster-ish) (white) people come in and ask if we're still open, and I'm like, "Yes, but you're interrupting the sudoku puzzle that I'm doing!", which statement they find mildly amusing, and after helping them, I begin to return to the sudoku puzzle in fits and starts, only to realize that interruptions from that table somehow made me make a mistake somewhere and I'm not sure where it is, and when I begin to erase it, the newspaper underneath the puzzle tears and the entire puzzle is ruined.

So, I take it up to the table and show them and tell them how the interruptions made me make a mistake and when I tried to erase, the puzzle was ruined.

"See what you did!", I was like, again to their mild amusement, and one guy being like, "The good thing about sudoku is that there's always another puzzle the next day" ("But this was a special puzzle from Britain," I was then like, etc.).

After that, too, I tell my (Thai) coworkers that I wasn't able to finish the sudoku puzzle, and that I wish that we could have had another hip-hop dance lesson again.

"But," I'm like, "If we do that, [the boss's first name] will call us up on the phone and be like, 'What are you doing, I pay you to WORK,  I don't pay you to TWERK,'" which statement elicited mild amusement from my coworkers.