CVS Employee Writes 'Ching Chong' on Korean Customer's Receipt

Just a quick reminder to all service workers: When you make a terrible name for one of your customers in the system, print out a receipt with said name, and hand the receipt to a customer, the customer WILL notice. You’re not being sneaky. You won’t punch out at the end of the day with a smirk on your face and tell your friends about the fun little prank you pulled at work over a beer later. Or maybe you will, but eventually, you will get caught. Because there’s proof of your asshole-y-ness on the receipt, dipshit. In this case, the dipshit in question was a CVS employee who printed out a receipt for Hyun Lee, a New Jersey resident of Korean descent. She was picking up her photos from a local CVS and noticed that her name on the receipt, instead of appearing as “LEE, HYUN,” read, “LEE, CHING CHONG.”

First off, is that really the most creative racial slur that this CVS employee could come up with? If you’re going to be so brazen with your racism, you might as well put a bit of effort into it. “Ching chong” is how evil little fourth grade racists-in-training harass Asians for having names they’re too lazy to pronounce correctly. As adults, we can get a little more creative with our terrible racist jokes, people.

Lee is filing suit against CVS for the incident after her complaint to CVS customer relations resulted in counseling and training for the employee in question. “There’s no amount, in my opinion, of training from CVS or any company that’s going to stop this kind of hate and bullying against someone’s race,” said Lee’s attorney, Susan Chana Lask, “To me, this is something that deserves psychological counseling, not CVS counseling.” Lee is seeking $1 million in a discrimination lawsuit she filed against CVS on Tuesday.

You’d think after the Great “Fat Girls” Receipt Faux Pas of 2012, service employees would know to keep their offensive thoughts off of a customer’s proof of purchase. But alas, the world is brimming with assholes who just can’t resist. Here’s to hoping some jerk types something offensive on my receipt at my favorite TexMex joint so I can sue for one million burritos.