Why is it that people running chinese restaurants always seem so upset? Lee Ann Chin's doesn't count, it's not real chinese.
But if you run your own little operation, your little corner of suburbia where people are magically transported to a place where the food isn't anywhere close to authentic, but it's cheap, you should be pretty god damned happy that I'm there in the first place.
I don't want free fucking wontons, or cream puffs or whatever. I just want a fucking smile.
Don't look at me disgusted. There are 2 people standing in your chinese restaurant. You... and me.
And you don't have to take my money. If you don't like me. I could go to the equally disgusting Eddie Cheng. Or the fan-fucking-tastic 1st Wok. Make up your mind. Do you want my money or not?
You don't have to take it. You do own the restaurant, don't you?
I just don't know what I'm missing in the equation.
Is there a secret handshake?
The Secret Wonton Handshake?
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