Say Sayonara To Stupid

(I’m a waitress at a small restaurant, and have just finished serving an older woman. I turn around to see my young son and I pick him up. Note: I am very white, and my son looks prominently Asian.)

Customer: “Oh, how sweet! You adopted! Aren’t you a little young, though?”

Me: “Perhaps, but actually this little man is 50% me.”

Customer: “You’re so selfless, giving one of those poor little Chinese babies a home!”

Me: “Uh, I didn’t adopt him. He’s my biological son. He’s half Japanese. Say hello, Hikaru!”

(He says hello to her in Japanese.)

Customer: *gasp* “You need to teach this little guy English. He’s going to have a really hard time around here if he only speaks Chinese!”

(At this point, I was tremendously uncomfortable. I asked my son in Japanese to say hello in English. The woman started rambling, saying how I’m only going to make life harder for my ‘adopted’ child since I kept speaking to him in Chinese. She doesn’t notice my husband walk up. He came up, unaware of the subject, and humorously asked if his son and I are being nice. Her eyes suddenly grew very wide. She paid and hurried out the doors, leaving my husband confused and me pretty ticked.)