…at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) Like three (white) and (Asian-American) (college students?) sit outside on the patio, and when I serve them their meals, the curry of one (white) guy sloshes a little onto the broad bowl-edge, so I apologize like I always do when that messes up the plating.
“Oh, no worries,” he was like, “It’s fine.”
“Yeah,” I was like, “And if you really need to, you can always lick it to fix it.”
Then, right away when it was obvious that he didn’t know what to say, I added, “Like, if you want to put it up on Instagram.”
And, at all that he just looked at me like he still didn’t know what to say, while his one (Asian-American) friend sitting over to his left just started suppressing a laugh.
And, his friend would also say “Thank you, sir,” whenever I did anything for their table.
2) A new (townie) (light-skinned) (black) girl with a (hippie/nerd vibe) who’s returning as a fill-in waitress and I were introducing ourselves to one another, and when I mentioned my work on the one ancient language that I’ve been studying for several years now and have made myself into quite an expert in, she started saying that she’s been reading Journey to the West, and its information about celestial hierarchies of demons is quite fascinating.
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