…at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now:
1) When a(n early middle-aged) (white) couple who I vaguely recognize order a bottle of pinot grigio, I’m like, “One each?”
2) My one (chubby) (Thai) coworker has this piece of (dingy grey) fabric sticking up from the back of her head, and when I get closer to her and look, I can see that it’s an off-center bow that’s resting on the back of her head with only one half of the bow sticking up so it’s visible if you happen to be looking at her far off from the front.
So, I reposition it for her, only for her to reposition it back later, as she tells me that that’s her style.
3) When I go back into the kitchen later on the shift, this radio they brought in is playing some (Latino) music, so I do some salsa-like moves when I move through the aisle between the small preparation counter for take-out and the island where meals are put after cooking and before we serve them.
And, several of my (Guatemalan) coworkers notice and chuckle, so later when I’m by my one (Guatemalan) coworker who we started the diablo joke with and the one (Guatemalan) dishwasher who practices (English) with me, they’re like, “Dance, dance!”, at which I stop by the ice machine, put my hands on it, and throw my butt out like I’m about to twerk, which they certainly do not expect.
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