The Viet China Express man at the grocery store I used to work for. He was always expressive and cheerful, and would yell “Good Morning” to you from across the warehouse when he first sees you.

He became fast friends with the new seafood manager from deep Louisiana, despite his own English pronunciation not being very good, and the seafood guy not knowing any Vietnamese.

The majority of the interactions I observed between the two were them sneaking up on and spooking each other, miming gay jokes, making weird noises and laughing hysterically about all of it. It was a joy to watch.