Originally published August 18, 2010.

So I go to Arby’s the other day. Total comes to $4.49. I give the guy a 5 dollar bill and two quarters. He takes the money, looks at the cash register then looks back at the money with a confused look. He pushes some buttons on the register, grabs a dollar bill and looks at me for approval. He then starts fumbling around for nickels. Nickels! He grabs a few, pauses, stares back at the register then finally figures it and drops the nickels, grabs a penny and hands me back the correct change.

Want to know the worst part about all this?

The kid was fucking ASIAN!

I rely on stereotypes people. I can’t have this. So I say to the dude, how can you be Asian and be so awful at math? He gets real angry with me and says stereotypes are moronic and only idiots subscribe to them. He then gets in a full karate stance, karate chop to my ribs, sweeps my leg and does two karate chops to my face. He runs out to the parking lot, gets in his Toyota Supra and drives off, drifting around every turn. Life’s a bitch.

The curly fries were still awesome, though.