“Since we were not going to be very busy on this day and there was already some mix in the machine, I decided that we would make a half batch of our normal recipe. I told the 16-year-old new employee that we only needed half of the 64oz carton of vanilla custard mix, handed her a measuring pitcher, and asked her how much that would be. She stared at me blankly for a moment and responded that she didn't know because she wasn't good at math.
“I mentally shrugged and asked ‘OK, well, what would half of 60oz be?’ thinking that perhaps with a round number she'd be better off. We could work up to the right answer.
“She thought for a second and responded ‘20?’
“‘Uh, no. What about half of 6?’ Maybe if we get to one digit numbers we'll be okay.
“Her response: ‘4?’
“At that point I gave up and told her the answer. I didn't even try to walk her through half of the three ounces of flavor mix we needed.” -- Linda Kotter
She's definitely not racist, but...
“My husband and I were having lunch at a local restaurant (not a chain place). It’s a basic lunch/dinner place serving the standards: club sandwiches, caesar salad, burgers, etc. We were sitting on the patio area, and a couple, I’d say in their late 20s, was sat at a table next to us right after we gave our drinks. Our server asked if it was a special occasion, and the woman said it was the man’s birthday, so she was treating him to lunch. The server asked if they were a couple, and they, who for the ease of storytelling we’re going to call Emma and Noah, said no, just friends.