patience is a virtue

Have you heard of Indian-Canadian comedian Russell Peters? He’s hysterical, and his angle is basically making (harmless) fun of any and all races of the world — with the greatest emphasis on his own Indian background, of course.

One of my favorite jokes of his is his “Be a man” rant:

I bring this up because this past Monday (the only day off), I went shopping with my parents. Nothing too glamorous, just the usual pickup of restaurant ingredients and supplies, but little did I know that we’d get stalled for no less than an hour at the Costco customer service counter applying for a new American Express card. (And in honor of upcoming Mother’s Day, I suppose, is this Mom story.)

The service rep, a very patient woman whose accent reflects that of the above video (i.e., Cantonese), walked my mom through the different, and new, benefits of the card she was applying for and the old one she currently has. As she continued explaining the point system for the new Amex card as compared to the old, she also threw in some personal suggestions: “When you get the new one, put the old one in a drawer and don’t cancel until you get the check from Costco. That way you get three check: one from Costco, one from old card — because if you cancel you lose your benefit — and one from new one.”

Part of the reason why the conversation went on for so long is because, very much like Russell’s story, she was very “teachy” about the whole thing, drawing out every possible monetary scenario (I suppose a lesson in being a woman?). And if you know Chinese and Taiwanese people, they like to go off on tangents. These two yakked about the Chicago postal system (untrustworthy), joining lines of credit across cards (prior to cancelation), and somewhere after maybe forty minutes in, after I came back from the dining tables (there’s only so much credit card talk I can take . . . especially with my extremely talkative mother) I attempted to get my mom to wrap things up.

By this time, the two of them had apparently realized they could communicate better in Mandarin (which is interesting, given my mom speaks Mandarin or Taiwanese about 95% of the time, and she was all “Do for me” when it came to filling out the paperwork). “Can you hurry up?” I prodded. (I had things to do!)

“Yeah yeah yeah,” she muttered, and asked another five questions. All of which the patient lady had already answered at least twice before I’d wandered off to the dining tables.

After reiterating every last detail just one more time, I finally pried my mom away from the counter and thanked the representative again. She smiled and said it was no problem — after all, I suppose this is the Chinese way.


mother’s day is coming

Mother’s Day is a week from today. You didn’t think we’d let you down, did you? Of course not. We’ve got a special Mother’s Day menu prepared for you all and your mothers (fobby or not). Observe:

As usual, you can also make reservations at 773.728.5778. See you next week!