Not Just Ol’ Gay Paris Anymore
(I am of Chinese descent but I was born and raised in London. I am serving a table of American tourists, headed by a rather boisterous older woman.)
Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. What will you be having today?”
Customer: “Oh, my God!”
Me: “Are you okay, ma’am?”
Customer: “What’s wrong with your voice?”
Me: “Nothing, ma’am. I’m perfectly fine.”
Customer: “But you sound English!”
Me: “I am. I was born here.”
Customer: “But that’s impossible!”
Me: “I assure you, ma’am, I was born right here in London. This is my normal accent. So, what can I get you to order?”
Customer: “How old are you?”
Me: “21, ma’am.”
Customer: “Would you like to meet my daughter? She’s thinking of studying here for school.”
Me: “No thanks, ma’am. I’m gay and have a boyfriend so I doubt she’d be interested in me.”
Customer: “You’re gay?”
Me: “Guilty.”
Customer: “So that explains the accent.”
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