Hark!
So work today was interesting.
The host for tonight, Khan, emigrated here from Vietnam decades ago. He’s a really nice, laid back guy and he speaks very fluent English with a slight accent. Everyone loves him because he can take a joke and is generally amiable towards everyone. This will come up later.
At around 7:30, right in the middle of the dinner rush, a man came into the restaurant and walked up to the counter. He was wearing dark glasses and a knit cap and had a giant beard, but that’s pretty standard attire for some of our regulars, so I didn’t give it too much thought until I noticed he had a flag wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf and he had tied a large stuffed bunny to the ends of it.
This was the first clue that he may have been missing a few marbles.
After we explained that we were not going to give him free food and we didn’t even have sandwiches so, no, we would not give him a free sandwich either, he turns to Khan and asks, “You from Korea?”
Khan replied truthfully that no, he was not from Korea, he was born in Vietnam.
The man drew back slightly and asked, “So, how do you like it here in my country?”
I should probably mention that at this point I wasn’t entirely sure whether to laugh out loud or find a wine bottle to hold menacingly, but Khan laughed it off and said he quite liked living in America.
Instead of being mollified, the guy started yelling, “Yeah, we treat you real nice here. When we were over there you Vietcong Charlies treated us like shit!”
He then proceeded to back out the door, staring at us the whole time and continuing to yell, “HO! HO! HO!”
There are no words.
