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I work at the on-campus pub at my school, in the kitchen making pub food, and also as cashier for take out. One guy came in and asked what was on a poutine, so I explained it was just the regular
fries, cheese, gravy. He responded with "Ooooh. That sounds dirty
" and winked, then added "
ya, I'm hitting on you WHILE I order." I ended up hiding in the walk-in fridge while my coworker made his food for him.
During my freshman year in college I was hired at a Target near my house, well I'm always mistaken to be Hispanic all the time and I had become use to it. One day this old hispanic lady had come in and tried speaking spanish to me, I tried to be polite and say "oh I'm sorry I don't speak spanish" instead of accepting it she instead decide to whack me with her purse two times and start ed yelling and swearing at me in ENGLISH saying I was a disgrace to all Mexicans and that I should be ashamed that I don't even know my own native language. I'm from Pakistan.