I had to work late last night and as a rule if you commit past a certain hour the company is obligated to get you food. Issues with the usual delivery company and a credit card followed by a long wait time resulted in a decision to rather do a takeaway from the local Vietnamese restaurant.
One of the guys went off to pay and collect the telephone order – quite a big switch from our usual impersonal internet order with delivery.
Later in the day I made a factitious comment and then apologised that it was bordering on racist assumption.
‘That,’ said my colleague, ‘is nothing. Do not send an oriental guy in a white shirt to pick up an order at a Vietnamese restaurant. I stood for ages at the bar and all the staff just ignored me. But customers kept coming up to me and waving their arms in the air for the bill, like I worked there or something.’
On the upside, the food was good, still warm and the order was correct which is more than I can say for the delivery company.
Oh, and we didn’t have to tip.