...by the (husband) (Thai) owner of the one (Thai) restaurant where I used to work at:
It's a busy shift and I'm coming back with dishes and putting them in the dish-tubs and the bell rings for food, and I go to wash my hands because they're filthy before I pick up the food, and the (husband) (Thai) owner is there and asks why I didn't come right away when the bell rang, when the bell rings you come pick up the food, and I say that I had to wash my hands first, and then he says why did I have dishes anyways when I needed to pick up food, and I say that I already was in the middle of bussing them when the bell rang...
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(Just stuff like that... When I told that to the one (older) (white) (female) (townie) bartender at the local brewery, she got this displeased look on her face and is like, "He was talking to you like a child," and I said yes, but it was only every few months or so in very very short interactions where you didn't even need to respond most of the time, you just nodded and went along with what you were doing... Sometimes, I added, he didn't even make any sense, like once when I was working on a two-person lunch shift and we were absolutely slammed, he said that to manage tables we had to divide them so one person helped one table and the other person helped another, which made absolutely no f*cking sense and would actually have been more inefficient than what we were doing, the problem is that there was such a glut of people that 2 servers couldn't handle it all at once, sometimes restaurants are like that...)
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