My dad is a retired chef, but he gets so bored being retired (it's the asian work ethic in him) that he'll pick up random gigs here and there. Here is a conversation we had this week which will illustrate how cool my dad is:
(Chinglish translated by DYY)
YY: You know I started a new job this week?
YY: I quit today.
YY: The boss is really mean. He's a big yeller.
DYY: WHAT? WAS HE MEAN TO YOU? DID HE YELL AT YOU?
YY: Of course not! He wouldn't dare yell at me. He yells at the other workers, the waiters.
DYY: So what does this have to do with you?
YY: It's not right. He just yells to yell. It's not like any of the employees have done anything wrong. It's degrading. He's originally from Shanghai.
DYY: Um... and what does this have to do with you?
YY: Hellllooo! He's Shanghainese, and he's yellling at Cantonese people. Our people. Toi Son people. A Shanghainese person can't go around thinking he can yell at our people... and it's not like our people will talk back either.
YY: So I scolded him when I quit.
DYY: No way! What did you say?
YY: Well, after he paid me (of course... it's the asian work ethic in him!), I told him he shouldn't talk to employees that way. That it's not right. This is America and you can get sued. Then I told him I quit.
DYY: Did you tell him your daughter is a lawyer and sues employers like him all the time?
DYY: Oh. So, what did he say?
YY: Nothing. He just rolled his eyes.
DYY: Wow, Dad, I'm impressed. But in the future, don't make too much trouble, okay? You're old, you know.
Isn't my dad so fucken cool? And people wonder where I get my social justice values from...