Their Custom Is Sai-Gone

(My girlfriend and I are on a trip to the south of the US and decide to stop at a sandwich shop for lunch. I am a white Canadian and she is Vietnamese, both born and raised in Canada.)

Me: “Hello! I’ll take a 12-inch [sub] meal.”

Girlfriend: “I’ll t—”

Server: “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Chinese.” *turns to me* “To save time, can you just order for her, please?”

Me: “Well, first of all, she’s not Chinese. She’s Vietnamese—”

Server: “Same thing. I don’t speak the language!”

Me: “Second, she does speak English if you let her.”

(My girlfriend is shy and always tries to avoid conflict, so I have to nudge her to order. After we both do and I have my sub extensively customized, with added items, extra cheese, and toasted. We get to the register.)

Server: “That will be [total].”

Me: “You know what? Naaah, I changed my mind. Have a nice day. Bye.”

(We left the server holding the wrapped subs and walked out without a word.)