After work, Jilly and I went out for Dim Sum. It was kind of a weird setup: You walk in, and then you’re at the counter. The walkway in was so narrow, I thought we were supposed to walk in, order, then sit down. Turns out, this was not the case. So I actually ordered take-out, and then sat down. The server was justifiably confused.
Of course, Jilly knew what was up, and thought we were just ordering take-out. Whoops. But our Chinese Server was great! They came right back out and had it all sorted out, though my steamed dumplings still came out in a foil container. Oh well, not a big deal.
I wasn’t the only one confused, though. At the table next to us, this Entitled White Fuck starts throwing a tantrum, presumably over something similar. I didn’t hear every word, but I heard enough.
Entitled White Fuck: Well, I don’t know how they do it where you’re from…
Me: Are you serious
Entitled White Fuck: But, in our society…
Meanwhile, Server is bending over backwards to make EWF comfortable, and EWF has a spouse or partner or whatever who is trying to talk them down. It isn’t working. EWF rambles for a while longer about the substandard service. Part of me wants to say something, but the rest of me… runs the other half of this blog and knows a lot about dealing with abusive behavior from patrons or customers or whatever, and I know what I would want if I were Chinese Server. So, I did nothing.
Well, not nothing. I left a little extra tip when I left. And I’ll be going back there for dinner tonight.