They Have Tried Your Food And Found It Wanton

I’m sixteen, and I work in a Chinese-themed fast food place. It’s a big chain place that serves super-westernized versions of Chinese dishes. We aren’t an authentic Chinese place, and we’ve never pretended to be. Most of our clientele are happy with the self-scooping of General Tso’s chicken from our buffet, and the like.

One woman comes in who seems to snootily look down on us and all our food. It doesn’t take long before she complains.

Customer: “This isn’t real authentic Chinese food!”

Me: “No, ma’am.”

Customer: “But your store logo has a panda! That’s Chinese.”

Me: “That’s right, ma’am.”

Customer: “Well… aren’t you going to apologize?

Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry that real Chinese cuisine doesn’t actually have fried wontons with cream cheese filling. I’m sorry that we just fry what came in the bag from a warehouse in California.”

Customer: “That’s not what I meant!” *Storms out*

Minimum wage, minimum f***s to give!