I hate my own people: viets

Before I went to Texas nearly a month ago, I went to a suit place near Jen's mom's office for Jen's uncle's wedding. That place is owned by a viet couple... yes, you can predict where this is leading to. In any case, the day I was there, I was trying on suits to see how it fits me and whatnot so it can be tailored. It ended up that they have to stretch the waist out a little and trim some length off. No prob. There was no deposit and they gave me a dress shirt and a tie on top of that with a total of $250 with the entire suit; I'd only have to pay full price when I pick up the suit so I left my phone number so that they can reach me. Well, when I went to their store this day, Jen and her mom was there talking to the people as I was getting a fitting. A few days later, it was Wednesday which was the day of my departure to Texas. On Saturday after I left, the tailor called and asked Jen's mom if it's cool to go on and tailor the pants. Jen's mom confirmed it for me (without my consent).

I never talked to the tailor since until a week after I came back from my trip. When I came back to California, I found out that I will take part in the wedding and be one of the groom's men. They need more people so I thought that I would help... on top of that, Jen's one of the bride's maid so it only makes sense that I'd be her escort. In any case, due to this upcoming event, it is now unnecessary for me to even have that other suit; therefore, I should go return it because I don't want to spend $250 for a suit that I'm not going to need. I called them a few days later that I'd be going to their store and return the stuff. I went to their store to return the dress shirt and tie (still unopened). And god, that's when all hell broke loose.

Bear in mind that viet people are the stingiest people yet... ok, practically any Asian people. So here's the dramatic conversation I had with the store... oh, and this conversation was purely in viet.

Me: *walk in the store with the bag of dress shirt and tie* Hey, I called earlier.
Tailor: Why are you changing your mind?
Me: I found out that there'd already be a suit for me for this wedding so I don't need yours anymore.
Tailor: How can you say that?! I already tailored it! You can't back out now!
Me: Sure, I can. What makes you think that I can't?
Tailor: I already called that lady (Jen's mom) and she said to go on and tailor it.
Me: Yes, but this is my business with you. What I say is the final decision, not hers.
Tailor: No no no no! She said to go on ahead to do this so I did! How do you expect me to sell this now?! It's already tailored and customized.
Me: Nothing I can do there. I didn't tell you to go on and do it.
Tailor: Then why didn't you call and lemme know that you're cancelling?!
Me: I did...
Tailor: No, before I even tailor it.
Me: How the hell was I supposed to know? And why didn't you call ME instead?
Tailor: I don't have your number.
Me: Dude, I wrote it down for you.
Tailor: Doesn't matter! Why didn't that lady give me your number then?
Me: Cuz you're not supposed to give out people's numbers freely, and on top of that, you didn't even ask her, did you?
Tailor: No, but she should still give it to me.
Me: Whatever, I don't want the suit anymore.
Tailor: No! You have to pay! If not, then you have to DEFINITELY pay for these pants!
Me: Why would I? I didn't tell you to do it at all.
Tailor: Fine. Leave. I'll call that lady and talk to her and settle this between adult.
Me: So you're saying that I'm not an adult? What, you're underestimating me just cuz I'm not as old as you are?
Tailor: No, I didn't say that. I'm just saying that you don't understand what's going on here.
Me: You just totally underestimated me in a different way...
Tailor: No no no, just don't worry about it. I don't have anything to say to you. You don't have to buy this anymore. I'm going to sell this to that lady instead.
Me: Dude, this is fucking between you and me. There is no third-party here. Once one side cancels, everything is falls apart. Don't drag others in.
Tailor: Fine.
Me: Fine. *walks out* Ja ne, baka.

Yup... that was awesome. Telling old people off is fun.