I just got back from picking up take-out Thai food. (Actually, I ate first before I headed to my laptop to type this out.)

The Thai lady at the Thai Kitchen in Camden is soooo nice to us. She loves our wee one and always gives us freebies when we eat there. Today when the wee one and I picked up our take-out she served us a siumai appetizer while we waited. Then gave us pineapple chunks. Then served us samosas. When the food we ordered was ready before we had touched the samosas, she added it to the samosas we had ordered, so we got 2 orders of samosas for the price of one.

When we were about to leave, she refused to take my tip. She handed it to my kid, who then handed it to me, and then I was stuck with it again. Jay always reminds me not to argue with crazy people, so I just took it and left, bowing my head constantly in thanks.

There was a guy there, I think he’s the husband or partner, he asked me if I was local. I told him I was moving out of state. Too bad, he said, we’re looking for help.

Amazing! You’re asian? You’re hired!!! (Is this reverse racism? BTW, he’s white.)

The man has no idea. The only job I’ve ever been fired from was waiting tables. I was a disaster case. Fired on my first day at work. But to my credit, that was 12 years ago. Maybe I’d be better at it now if I gave myself a chance. Now if I can talk them into paying me $250K a year, we’d be in business. ;D