Incheon Further Away From The Answer, Part 3

(I work in a gas station in a predominately Hispanic and Portuguese neighborhood. I am half Korean and half European (mostly from Germanic countries), and I don’t speak a lick of Spanish or Portuguese.)

Hispanic Customer: *walks in and starts speaking to me in Spanish*

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

Hispanic Customer: *looks annoyed and keeps speaking in Spanish*

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t speak—”

(At this point, the customer becomes irate and begins yelling at me, first in Spanish, and then in English.)

Hispanic Customer: “Stupid b****! Don’t tell me you don’t speak no Spanish when you’re f****** Puerto Rican, stupid c***. Who the—”

Me: “I’m not Spanish.”

Hispanic Customer: *suddenly becomes meek* “Oh. You’re not?”

Me: “Not even close.”

Hispanic Customer: *blushes and mumbles* “Sorry. Could I use your bathroom?”

Me: “It’s right down that hall, sir.”

(He bolts into the bathroom, does his business, and runs out of the store looking embarrassed. At this point, my boss walks out of the office.)

Boss: “You don’t even look f***ing Spanish!”