A Different Kind Of Immigration Debate

I keep forgetting to mention to mention something mildly amusing that happened on Saturday morning before work.
As I do on most mornings, I stopped at a nearby convenience store first, and, like most mornings, there were a couple of vanloads of immigrant day laborers waiting in the parking lot.
(As an aside, given all of the high-tech and IT companies located here, I always find it amusing to imagine IT day laborers hanging out looking for work, with like a NOC manager showing up in a truck saying, “I need three CCNAs and four RHCTs.”)
I went in, grabbed the day’s supplies, and got in line behind one of the Hispanic day laborers, who quickly moved aside after being rung up.
While I was being rung up, the day laborer me came back to the register. The little Asian guy behind the counter said, “You all set” to him.
“All set? I give you five dollars!”
“It cost five oh two!”
The day laborer angrily said, “Really?” and then slammed a nickel on the counter and backed off.
A few seconds later he yelled back, “I only buy one!”
Little Asian guy responded, “Okay, okay, you no tell me. I give you money back, just wait man. Shit.”
“Only one!”
“Calm down, man, shit. You wait a minute.”
The day laborer then came up to counter again and said, “You too tired. You here all night working. You need sleep.” He then began giggling and repeating what he’d said in the way that stupid people often do when they think they’ve said something clever. “You need sleep.”
“Calm down! Just wait a minute, man, shit.”
“I am calm!” More giggling.
“Why you grinning? Shit. Get the fuck out of my store!”
By that time I’d finally been rung up, but I left the store kind of reluctantly, as I was curious to see if the war of broken English words would escalate.
(I’d put my money on the little Asian guy, by the way; he just seems like a seething cauldron of rage waiting to boil over.)
In any case, that was really all I wanted to mention.