Don’t You Speak Asian?, Part 3

, , , , , | Right | April 2, 2021

I work in a Chinese restaurant. I’m twenty-one, but many say I only look about sixteen. A lady comes in and sits at a table right by the door.

Customer: “I’ll have the teriyaki chicken, please.”

Me: “I’m sorry, we don’t have teriyaki chicken.”

Customer: “Ugh, fine, I’ll have the butter chicken.”

Me: “Again, I’m sorry, but we don’t have butter chicken.”

Customer: *Yelling* “This is ridiculous! You are a bloody Asian restaurant! You’re telling me that you don’t have Asian food?!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but—”

Customer: “No, I’ve had enough of your d*** apologies! I want teriyaki chicken and I’m not leaving until you get me it. Now stop being some lazy-a** teenager and go and do your job!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m not a teenager, and secondly, this is a Chinese restaurant, so if you don’t want anything off the menu, I suggest you leave.”

I walked away, hoping she’d either shut up or just leave. The lady sat there for the next twenty minutes complaining to any customers walking in that we were absolutely awful. Eventually, she gave up and left, trying to slam the door on her way out but failing because our hinges prevented it, and ended up falling on her backside.

Related:
Don’t You Speak Asian?, Part 2
Don’t You Speak Asian?

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