The Roommate and I love, absolutely love going to New China Buffet. We usually sit in the booths on the HWY 100 side. They have staff who swing by and pick up your empty/dirty plates, and if you know me, with the buffet, I go through a lot of plates. We've gotten to know one of their staff quite well. He always recognizes us, even cleaned off a table for us pronto when they were busy one Saturday. Just a really, really nice guy.
I didn't know his name. Point your finger at me for racial profiling, but I called him Lorenzo. Between the Roommate and I, that is. It was a thing between the two of us, until Saturday.
Roommate: So, what is your name? We always call you Lorenzo.
Thankfully Marco took it well.
I just continued to stuff my face.
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