Tough guy in a leather jacket walks into the store, looks around and asks, “Have you seen an Asian kid in here.”
"Yes." I say.
"How long ago?" He asks.
"An hour ago. A half hour ago. Two hours ago. I see a lot of people that fit that description, you’re going to have to be more specific."
He lets out a loud sigh. “An Asian guy who bought something.”
"Sorry, that’s not helpful. What was his name?"
He shakes his head. ”I don’t know his name. He’s Asian and he likes comics.”
"I’d like to think most of the Asian people who shop at this comic book store like comics. There is definitely more than one person who falls into that category."
He sighs. ”He’s Asian.”
"I get that." I say.
"Was he here?"
I shrug. ”Possibly. Is there anything else you can tell me about him?” Don’t say he’s good at math. Don’t say he’s good at math. Please don’t say anything offensive.
"You are NOT helpful." he says. And, hey, at least he didn’t say anything offensive.
"Sorry. If you remember his name, let me know."