The other day this old lady comes into work and spends a million years choosing what she wants. She seems to appreciate my running around for her and commends me on my service.

She turns to leave and adds as a parting shot, "by the way dear, it's nice to see a store where they're arent any asians serving."

She leaves as I manfully resist the urge to point out a) I am an asian, geographically speaking, b) she simply came on the wrong day if she wanted to be served by a "real asian".