(Two Caucasian customers, wearing sweatshirts from a local university, walk in to our Chinese restaurant.)

Me: “Welcome to [Name] Chinese restaurant. What can I get for you?”

Customer #1: “I’m here to pick up an order for [Name].”

Me: “I’m sorry, but you asked for delivery when you placed the order. The food left for [address] 15 minutes ago.”

Customer #1: “Ouch. Can you have the driver come back?”

Me: “The driver has two other deliveries, so it will be another half an hour.”

Customer #1: “I don’t want to wait that long. Tell the driver to give it to one of the homeless people near [University].”

(At this point, Customer #2, who has been silent the whole time, starts screaming.)

Customer #2: *to Customer #1* “Yo, man. I want my food. Make this a**-hole give me some food!” *to me* “Jap b****, give me my godd*** food. Didn’t the A-bomb teach you b******s some respect?”

(Customer #2 then makes a number of additional ethnic slurs against the Japanese.)

Bystander: “Hi, there. I’m sorry to interrupt your tantrum, but I’ve had enough of it and I’d like for you to leave.”

Customer #1: “I’m sorry. I have no idea what’s gotten into him.”

Customer #2: “I’m not leaving without my food. You can’t make me leave. You’re not the manager!”

Bystander: “You’re right. I can’t make you leave the restaurant. I can, however, make you leave [University], being that I’m the provost.”

(Customer #2 goes pale and bolts out of the restaurant!)

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