Interesting story of something that happened at Papa John's. Although, I think that the more interesting story is why someone would go to Papa John's in New York CIty. Woman gets racist receipt
"If you try to shag my husband while I am still alive, I will shove the art of motorcycle maintenance up your rancid little Cu**. That's a good dear"
Tom Stoppard's Rock N Roll
Here's an idea: Why doesn't Papa John's use numbers on their receipts?
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
It paints Papa Johns in an even worse light with everyone defending the cashier and saying they don't know why it's such a big deal. I'm guessing if a receipt said "n* with the wife beater" it wouldn't be a problem either, since that's just "what they do" there"???
If it makes you feel any better, I spent a year teaching English in rural China. I got called "big nose" almost daily. White ghost, old outsider, and old whitey were all common nicknames the locals used to call me regularly, even when they figured out that I could understand them.
This doesn't excuse the actions of that PJ employee or anything, but I wasn't upset with them because I know there weren't any malicious thoughts or intentions when they used those names. It's human nature to recognize the difference between people moreso than the similarities. That said, I wish certain people could have a similar experience to mine, being on the flip side of the coin.