...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) At a large table of vegans who at one point discuss the virtues of mutual aid, a (young 20s) (white) woman says that you can tell how she grew up because her first word was "hot dog," and that food like Pringles trains you to want everything identical, whereas there's variance in actual things from nature like actual fruits and vegetables.
2) The credit card machine begins making a new beeping sound for cleared transactions, after the recent software overhaul is complete.
3) After a (wan) and (unhealthy-looking) (gluten free-ordering) (late middle-aged) (white) woman who's in with her (similar-looking) (mid-20s) daughter asks me if the pad see you noodles are really gluten free because "they taste really good," I double-check with my one (older) (Thai) coworker who's a whiz at the phones, and she says she thinks so, because the ingredient label used to say "wheat flour," and now it just says "flour."
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