I’m fixing some plates in the back, when Kiwana yells from the salad bar,

“What’s ‘blackened’?” One of her tables requested their grilled snapper blackened.
My dad and I reply, “It’s a type of seasoning.”
Dad says to Kiwi, “Isn’t that your color?”
Kiwi looks at him like he’s crazy.

“I’m not black Mr. E, I’m Cambodian!

Laughter ensues.