Addendum.

The next day after I saw my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker blazing past me on an electric scooter with her hair blowing in the wind, I had worked another lunch shift with her at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now.

And, when an acoustic cover of "My Heart Will Go On" cued up on the restaurant's Spotify soundtrack, I told her that she had the perfect haircut for the Titanic, and I mimicked her standing at the bow and having the wind blow through her hair.

Later, too, I told her that what I liked about her new haircut was how "glamorous" it was, but because of the Thai L/R thing she misheard me at first, and she said that she thought that I had used some different adjective to say that it made her look like a "gramma."

A recent-ish day...

...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:

1) Towards the end of the meal of this one (older) (lower-class) (white) couple, the (scrawny) (bearded) (baseball-capped) man says that the shrimp in his stir-fry have no flavor, and that presents a conundrum since he had already eaten most of his meal including 2 of the 4 shrimp and the bosses' policy is that you fix it or replace it if they flag the problem early on, but not if they ate it. So, although I was apologetic when he first told me that, I didn't exactly offer to do anything because the situation was just too ambiguous, but on second thought, I decided to let him know the policy, and so the next time that I was at the table, I told him it, and I said that if there's ever a problem like that in the future, please let us know right away, which he seemed mildly appreciative of, but he also seemed still kind of pissed, overall.

(That very day right when it happened I talked to my one [older] [Thai] coworker who's a whiz at the phones, and she wasn't sure what to do, because our shrimp is fresh and the guy had eaten a lot...  The next day, though, I talked to my one [chubby] [Thai] coworker, and I also mentioned that I had seen a few uneaten shrimp on a plate the previous week, and she said maybe it's because it's fresh and then we freeze it but we don't let it thaw enough before cooking, but then she goes and talks to the owners, and it turns out that part of the refrigeration in a cooler was going bad and it had affected the shrimp, but it was okay because by then, they had already discovered it for some other reason, though they hadn't the previous day back when that guy was having his meal.)

2) After that lunch shift, I'm walking home on a beautiful afternoon in the sunshine and amidst all the late spring greenery and I'm on the phone with my parents, and then what do I see, but riding fast up the street right straight towards me in the bike lane on a rentable electric scooter is my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker, in sunglasses and her new hairdo blowing in the wind.

("Sounds like a movie," my mother said when I told her what I had just seen, after I broke off our conversation and waved and said hi to my coworker while she was going by.)

Another day...

...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."

One day...

...at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:

1) The (tall) (new) (geeky) (Thai) cook accidentally lets a piece of meat into the vegetable soup of a (South Asian from South Asia) family -- the father is very understanding when I go table-side and am incredibly apologetic, and he says that it doesn't matter since they didn't intend to eat it -- and it reminds me of an incident where a piece of chicken got into a shrimp soup several weeks earlier, neither of which incidents I'd ever seen the likes of before in my several years working there, and so I tell the owners, nicely, that something might be happening with the way that the pots are being used and ingredients are being prepared, in the new cook's system.

2) After not wearing their glasses to look at the menu and ordering a pad kee mao with vegetables, a customer complains to a coworker, asking why there isn't any tofu in it (??).

3) When my one (tall) (young) (Latino-American) coworker finally says that he can't indeed make it to the upcoming ticketed circus event that I had invited him to and that he had really wanted to go to, he seems bummed, and so I tell him that he'll be sorry, when he sees Instagram pics of me and our one (chubby) (Thai) coworker doing body shots off a clown.

4) A(n adorable) (South Asian from South Asia) mom who is in town for the local university's mother event is there with her (Americanized) son and two of his friends, and when I go to the table to take orders, she asks him if it's okay what she's getting, and I tell her that it shouldn't matter this weekend, this weekend is about her and what she wants and celebrating her, and she says yes, she knows, but he doesn't know how to cook, and she wants to make sure that he likes the leftovers so she can send him home with them.

An odd experience.

A few months ago at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, I seated this one (late 20s/early 30s) (Latino) couple at a table by the window, and the guy looks vaguely familiar, and it takes me a minute to remember that I met him at a party several years ago that was put on by the one (gay) (Brazilian) (STEM) guy who I know from around town.

And so, I reintroduce myself at the table, being all like, "Hey, didn't I meet you...?", only for the guy to be like, no, that was my twin brother who was here.

And, something seemed a little off about him, like he wasn't quite the same person, so for some reason I just ran with that right away instead of thinking it was a joke or something, and so I was like, "Really?!".

And, as it turns out, they are indeed twins, and they studied the same thing, and they even studied abroad and worked in the same lab, one serving several years ago when I met him, and the other, now, who was now speaking to me.

"It is a nightmare with social security numbers," he was like, saying that the (American) social security office just assumed that he was the same person when he applied for a number, since they had the same birthday, the same last name, and even the same employer.

"On Reddit people say that happens a lot to twins," he was like.

 At one point, too, I asked him if had ever considered seeing a psychiatrist.

"That isn't normal, that there are two of you and you studied the same thing," I was like. "Who is the leader, and who is the follower?" 

And, I believe that I also mentioned something about how one of them must have a problem with insufficient individuation.

And, his girlfriend seemed amused by the question, but he just kind of looked at me all sadly and was like, "It has worked for many years, why question now," also mentioning something about it being "too late," like any sort of hope for a different fate had vanished long ago.

An endearing response with a laugh...

...by my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker, when she finally says that she wants to go to this one ticketed circus event that I had invited her to:

"So who's going to tell [first name of the (Thai) (husband) boss]?!"

. . .

(That is, he writes the schedules, so who's going to tell him that we both need time off on the same day.)

Interaction and explanation and recommendation.

A few months ago, I was glassing up some Thai iced teas at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now, when the (Thai) (husband) owner walked by and saw what I was doing and said to put more ice in the glasses.

(I always go light on ice, since one of those is $4 and I don't want customers to feel like we're skimping them.)

Later, I mention this to my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker, and she just gives me this serious look, and she's like, "You know why he said that, don't you?".

And, she said that because of the tariffs, a lot of prices were going up, like a batch of Thai iced tea ingredients was going up from $30 to $50, and they were doing everything they could to economize and cut down on costs and not pass them along to the customers.

"So, maybe put half ice," she was like.