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People Like This Think Flour Is Too Spicy

, , , , , , | Learning | CREDIT: watermelon545 | November 23, 2022

My high-school calculus class was very chill — around twenty kids who were all friendly with each other, a laid-back but enthusiastic teacher, and a light enough workload that we could afford to goof off in class but still learn and do well.

At some point in the year, I got really into cooking. It’s my stress reliever. My family couldn’t possibly eat the amount of food I was making, so I started bringing it into school and “hosting” Friday parties in my calc class — with my teacher’s approval, of course.

I’m Vietnamese and I live in a predominately white town. This is only important because it meant that most kids from town only ate American or European foods and weren’t used to eating other ethnic foods.

Last year, around Lunar New Year, I wanted to bring in some Vietnamese foods to celebrate. It is a very important time of year for my family. I ended up making a bunch of Bánh Da Lợn, a steamed layer cake and traditional Vietnamese dessert. Some of my friends from class found out I was going to bring in a traditional dish and brought in their own traditional dishes from their own cultures, whether they celebrated Lunar New Year or not. We had different Indian, Korean, Filipino, and Spanish desserts. It was great, and I was really excited that my friends wanted to celebrate with me.

Apparently, this was an issue for one girl in my class.

I would say Bánh Da Lợn is an acquired taste, so when not a lot of people ate it, I wasn’t offended. I knew not everybody would like it. There was a lot of other food, anyway.

During our lunch period, one of my friends (who wasn’t in our class but knew I brought food in) overheard a girl from my class complaining about the food while in the lunch line. Apparently, she was saying really negative things about how I “forced everyone to eat weird Chinese foods.”

Later that day, I texted her.

Me: “Hey, I heard you didn’t like the food today, and I just wanted to know why.”

I don’t really care when people don’t like the food — I make it for myself and just bring it in when I have extra anyways — but her calling it “weird Chinese foods” when she KNOWS I’m Vietnamese didn’t sit right with me.

She texted back.

Classmate: “It’s rude of you to bring in weird ethnic foods that nobody likes except for you. You should know better since most of the class is white.”

Me: “I bring in food to share because I feel like it, and I don’t have an obligation to cater to your tastes. If you have an issue with it, you literally don’t have to eat it. Other people can bring in food, too, so if you want to, you could bring in something more to your tastes.”

Classmate: “You shouldn’t bring in ethnic and foreign foods. Stick with American foods. We’re in America!”

Excuse me?! How much you wanna bet if I brought in jambalaya, which originated in Louisiana, she would call it a “weird foreign food”?

Fine. She only wants to eat American foods? Then she can eat American foods.

The next week, I brought in a bunch of Oliebol, a Dutch doughnut, and started passing them out at the beginning of class. When I got to her desk, I pulled out a loaf of Wonder Bread and plopped it on her desk.

Me: “Sorry, but these are Dutch — too ethnic. Here you go! All-American cuisine.”

Later, she texted me.

Classmate: “What the f*** is your problem?!”

Me: “Almost every single food I brought in this year was ethnic. It pisses me off that you only have an issue when it isn’t European. You’re entitled to not liking Asian foods, but if you’re going to complain about it being ethnic, then you’d better have that same attitude when the ethnic food is from a white culture. And especially don’t call another person’s culture weird.”

She didn’t complain about the food again.

For the record, I’ve enjoyed making many different kinds of American cuisine, including tater tots, jambalaya, fried chicken, many types of pies, smores, and Philly Cheesesteaks. America is a very diverse place, and that’s reflected in its food. Happy eating!

Just Assume “Man” Is Short For “Manager”

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: Ok-Sentence1255 | November 22, 2022

I’m the assistant general manager at a hotel. My general manager is out for six weeks, so I am the acting general manager. I constantly deal with issues like this when people refuse to talk to me because I’m relatively young and a female and can’t possibly be in the position I’m in at my age.

I’m working the three to eleven shift one night when a guy and his wife come in to check in. I’ve grown accustomed to seeing debit cards for mobile money transfer apps since the health crisis, so I don’t think twice about it when the wife hands me one. Our system accepts those kinds of cards but is super finicky with prepaid cards.

Lo and behold, the card declines. My property doesn’t even take additional authorization for incidentals if you pay with a card; her card declines just for room and tax. They head back out to the car and tell me they are going to go load money on the card.

I hear the front doors open again, and the husband walks back in.

Husband: “If I go to the convenience store down the street and get a prepaid card, can I use that to pay for the room?”

Me: “I can’t guarantee that it will work. Sometimes our system doesn’t accept prepaid cards. It all depends on the type of card and how much money is on the card; prepaid cards will automatically authorize for more at select businesses to account for gratuity.”

Husband: “Okay, but if I load my money onto a prepaid card, why wouldn’t it work?”

We go through the usual back and forth where he phrases the question ten different ways expecting a different answer. You all know exactly what I’m talking about. He isn’t pleased with my responses.

Husband: *In big boy voice* “Is there a manager or a man that I can talk to?”

Me: “I’m the manager on duty. There is nobody else here.”

Husband: “But there’s a man here, right? There has to be a man here.”

Me: “Nope, just me.”

Husband: “Then who is your manager? There has to be a man in charge of you.”

The rest of the conversation was a blur that ended with me demanding that he leave. I was so infuriated by that point.

I’ve worked in hotels for over three years and have never been on the receiving end of blatant sexism. It wasn’t even like this was an “old school” guy. [Husband] was probably in his early to mid-thirties. I feel horrible for the wife, and I hope she doesn’t have to deal with that on a day-to-day basis. I can’t even begin to comprehend how people can still live with that kind of mindset in this day and age.

Clean Up Your Attitude About Cleaning Carts

, , , , | Right | November 18, 2022

One time while working at [Retail Chain], I am scheduled to clean carts while the other cart cleaner is on lunch. While I am doing so, this lady walks in with her kids and sees me cleaning carts. I say, “Hello,” since I have to if I don’t want to be fired. She leans down and tells her kids:

Lady: “See, that’s what happens if you don’t go to college: you end up cleaning carts for the rest of your life.”

I am a senior in high school, so I just kind of give her this bewildered look as she and her kids walk away.

Later on, I see her again in my checkout lane, since the other cart cleaner has come back from their lunch. I’m scanning her groceries and making small talk, and she is being sort of polite, but obviously, she doesn’t really have much interest in talking to me. After she pays and I give her the items, I say:

Me: “You have a good rest of your night. I’m a high schooler, by the way.”

Her face turned bright red as she took her bag and walked away with her kids.

I Can Address Your Bigotry Any Way You Like

, , , , | Right | November 18, 2022

I have a bachelor’s degree, and I worked in a pet shop five years ago. English is not my first nor national language; where I come from, it’s mostly spoken between students of “exclusive” schools — upper-class people.

A mom brought her son to buy some hamsters. The kid pointed at the Syrian crate.

Kid: “How much is this one?”

Before I got to answer him, his mom said:

Mom: “No English; she won’t understand you.”

I didn’t take offense because, honestly, I was exhausted and my brain might not work properly to speak another language. Meanwhile, after the kid asked why, the mom basically explained something like this (in English):

Mom: “A worker like her didn’t go to the same kind of school as you did. She’s just like your nanny.”

So, not only was racist and belittling, but she also didn’t know that this enraged me to speak English better. I put my business smile on.

Me: “Pardon me for interrupting. What kind of hamster do you want, little champ? I’m more than happy to assist you in English! Or do you prefer German? Korean? I speak basic German and Korean, as well!”

Mom’s face was red, but she couldn’t do anything because her son followed me excitedly to ask about all the hamsters we had. Ha!

The kid and I conversed happily in full English afterward. I hope the mom doesn’t raise him to be an entitled rich brat. He’s actually a nice kid, just ironically not fluent in our national language.

It’s Really Too Bad; She Could Use Some Mellowing

, , , , | Right | November 17, 2022

I managed a dispensary for a bit while the health crisis canceled college. We had this one patient, an old white lady who constantly called on the phone to ask for deals. We had daily deals that never changed — all the same on the same day of the week.

I told this lady that I would not substitute a deal for her. She didn’t like that. She instantly became a meaner person on every call thereafter.

The OWNER delivered to her place to make sure everyone was all good. Keep in mind, I didn’t ever see customers in person. I sat at a computer doing the orders and occasionally filling them in-house for our drivers to take.

I got another call from the lady. She started with a rant about the rude Islamic Irani who delivered to her house. (She was talking about the owner, a mostly white-passing man with a Japanese mother.)

Lady: “I want [White Coworker] to deliver to me, instead! And you didn’t have [Edibles], which are my favorite, so I want two of the cheaper ones for the price of one of the bigger ones!”

Still playing the kind part, I asked to place her on hold while I spoke to someone with more authority.

Lady: “You liar! I don’t like the way you’re speaking to me!”

And I was done.

Me: “Sorry, I am no longer offering you any deal outside of our daily deals. You can pick one of those or pay full price. I do not appreciate your tone, and I will not let you speak to me this way.”

Lady: “You know I’m spending over $100, right?”

Cue eye-roll.

Lady: “You guys haven’t stocked this in weeks! This isn’t good customer service! I won’t be placing my order.”

Me: “Okay. Goodbye.”

And with the owner in the room, I blocked her number and got rid of her account. Be rude, you don’t get your weed. Simple.