September 2011
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Just cook up my order please.
So yesterday, I'm starving after walking around 10 miles at the Zoo followed by shopping around the mall...in heels.
I'm patiently waiting for my bento box order to be cooked fresh to order when I notice the hibachi cook keeps smiling at me and is speaking Chinese to his fellow cook. I smile back thinking maybe this will speed it up only to be bombarded by cries of "China?! China?!?"
Me: "Huh?"
Hibachi cook: *outburst of Chinese*
Me: "uhhhh no?"
Hibachi cook: "You China?"
Me: "No."
Hibachi cook: *while cooking away* "Japan? Japan?"
Im not Chinese nor Japanese and I just want my cheap hibachi mall food!!!
At this point, I'm annoyed and about to faint from hunger. To make things worse, he's clearly talking about me to his fellow cook like straight up pointing at me and saying something about "Japan".
So I retorted "NO! My food??? Ready??"
