"Herro! Weh-come to China Wok! You prace orduh?"
"Um, no, I'm here to pick up an order I called in...for Kim."
"Okay, you buy nudduh egg-row?"
"No, ma'am. Just the General Chicken and the egg roll that comes with it. Thank you."
Her husband comes up and they start speaking to each other and they each giggle a little. I wish I could understand them! I know they're talking about me! Probably saying, "Oh, she thinks she's getting General Chicken, but it's really our neighbor's cat! Ah ha ha ha." Fuckers.
I'm gonna learn the language one day.
That way, when I go get a pedicure and the little Asian women start chattering back and forth about how overdue my feet were for said pedicure; how they need more tools; or how they should raise their prices because of feet like mine, I can tell them, "I know what you just said, Ming-Ling and Mai-Tai! And there went your tip!"
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I hate going to those places because I know they're freakin talking about me. Teach me if you learn it.
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