Some try to order a cheesesteak. And it bugs Vento if they can't ask for American cheese, provolone or the classic - Cheez Whiz - without pointing. "If you can't tell me what you want, I can't serve you," he said. "It's up to you. If you can't read, if you can't say the word cheese, how can I communicate with you - and why should I have to bend? "I got a business to run."
FURTHER tHOUGHTS: It's too bad storekeepers did not refuse to sell food to Ms. Malkin's and Mr. Vento's immigrant parents. We would not have them around poisoning our society with their bigotry now. Also, it is probably just as well that people who do not speak the way Mr. Vento likes do not get served at all. Who knows what such a creep would put in their sandwiches if he were compelled to serve them?