Kiss Me, Baby!
Worked in a restaurant that hired some foreign “contractors” as employees for really low wages. One day I was carrying a 50 lb. bag of sugar up some stairs on my shoulder (dry storage was downstairs) and one of them stopped me on the stairs and said in broken English “Kiss me, baby.” Went to the chef, got him “fired” which meant he was shuffled off to another restaurant in the area that hired illegal contractors from the same company.
A year or so passes and guess who gets shuffled back into our kitchen? Same guy, but with a better haircut and better language skills.
It’s been 19+ years, our daughter is 16, and we still love to travel together.
Story credit: Reddit / ghost_amanita