Alfonso, the unfortunate, simple looking Venezuelan with a nasty limp and equally nasty “ethnic” facial hair: “Yes guv’nor”
Me: “Medium black Americano please”
Alfonso, directing an unusual amount of anger at his Polish colleague, Agneszka: “Americano, now. Do it please”
Agneszka: “You do it, I do last one. You are a rude boy.”
“I am a Venezuelan gentleman, I am not rude”
“You are very rude”
“You are very wrong”
“You think you were in Backstreet Boys group.” Nice insult, I thought.
“Not again”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes”
And so on for about a minute. Enter Jaroslav, the Slovak supervisor.
“Alfonso, Agneszka, not in front of the customer”
“We are not arguing, we are friends” argued Agneszka.
“Not true; she said I’m a backstreet boy.”
“You are!” laughed Jaroslav, cracking up, “Venezuelan backstreet boy, ha ha!”
“I’ll have my lunch break now.” Alfonso knew when he was beaten by the better man/woman.
And to top it all off, they gave me a large black Americano for no extra charge. As I walked to my seat I’m sure I saw the two Eastern Europeans high-five. Turns out it’s not just the Eurovision song contest where they stick together.
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You're just making this all up. People thinking that you are a member of the backstreet boys is not an insult. Just ask our esteemed colleague: Bobak.
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