...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) When it’s busy and my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker is overworked and talks to me sternly about something I’m doing, I’m like, “It’s okay if you’re angry with me, I understand, it’s what you need in the moment, and I am okay with that,” and when I say all of that all softly in a tone like I’m a hurt but devoted lover, she just gives me this glare.
2) “Caffeine bomb” is my new word for when people order a Thai iced coffee, like, I deliver one to a table, and I’m like, “Now, there’s a caffeine bomb right there, for you.”
3) A (shorter) (dumpy) (white) woman with (dishwater blonde) hair and a smell of liquor on her breath comes in the front door with a cardboard box full of smaller boxes of caramels and says they’re to support chemo for her daughter, could we buy some.
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