The Irish vietnamese

I'm not actually Irish, but Vietnamese. I don't even have red hair if you believe it! So, why Tam the irish? Funny story, glad ya asked.

I was serving at TGIF a few years back. It was during a night shift.

I was at my tables when I felt someone staring at me. You know the feeling when your hairs stand on the back of your neck? The feeling like 'this is just wrong'.

I looked around to see what was giving me the willies..... and there she was.

An older asian woman staring me down. It felt like how mice must feel when snakes are staring them down. Unblinking. cold. hungry. If she had a forked tongue, I swear it would have licked the air.

Creeped out, I ducked to the back to punch in food orders.

Thinking I got away, foolish mouse, I sighed.

And there it was again. Neck hairs at full attention. Then a tap on the shoulders.

"Hello."

It was her, up close and personal. She had no clue what personal bubble meant.

She was much older than I first thought. Her face was just caked on with make-up. The foundation cracked apart from the deep wrinkles in her face.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

She looks at me, batting her long mascara caked eyelashes.

"Your cute. Are you..... Asian?"

(let me take a time out. If you dont know me, I have pitch black hair, black squinty eyes, tan yellow skin, and I accounting.... unmistakably asian.)

"No ma'am. Im Irish."



So for those who know me, Im really vietnamese.

For those who dont, touch me lucky charms and ill bop you with my shillelagh.