Yes, I stopped working at my lovely bank two weeks ago but, I’m sorry, there are still so many gems of poo I have yet to share. Here is an exchange I had with a costumer who did not speak dat Inglersh very well.
As I’m giving him his money and ending the transaction…
Customer: Puerto Rican.
Tootsie: Excuse me?
Customer: Puerto Rican? You? Puerto Rican?
Tootsie: Ohhhh, no. No, I’m not Puerto Rican.
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Customer: White! WHITE PEOPLE!
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Tootsie: Yes… I’m white. Have a nice day!
Adventures of TootsieWoo 
I was sitting at Penn Station in NYC alone at around 2 in the morning a few years back and some homeless guy came up to me while I was eating and said “Are you Spanish?” I said no then he walked away. I couldn’t look less Spanish. I guess that’s why he lost his job, his wife kicked him out, and he developed a drinking problem. Being able to guess a person’s nationality is what keeps us from falling through the cracks.
Exactly, it’s all we’ve got! I’m curious why he wanted to know if you were Spanish though? Maybe he was Jason Bourne and that was just a code word…I’m obviously watching the Bourne Trilogy at the moment. I’m usually asked if I’m Puerto Rican. If they’re Puerto Rican I say yes, otherwise I say no…