Hey, everyboyd who knows me knows that i'm not the complaining sort, but what the hell!!!! Whatz wrong with the service of our singaporeans???
Let me recount the horrendous experience that i had with our local food dealers.
Crap 1:
Kampong Chai Chee.
It was a cool breezy evening. I was working the afternoon shift and had the chance to take an early dinner. Cool, cause i was a little hungry already since i only take brunch almost like everyday. Took a little trip down to Kamong Chai Chee at the CPF building in Tampines. Cool, the fried rice was stupendous, though the service wasn't with a smile. I'm down with that since i didn't have a smile in the first place. All i could think about was food glorious food. A task was assigned to me by my fellow colleague, Shah. "Brother, can help me buy something something soup with lots of chilli, preferably 5 packs of those chicken rice chilli cause its the chilli that makes me come back for more." Cool, I'm down with that.
But what i wasn't down with was when i asked for chilli, the auntie told me to go get it from the chicken rice stall manned by a chinese scrawny looking fellow who didn't look like he could stand in the ring with me for a minute. I took a few packs, placed it in the plastic bag, and approached the basket for more. took another two, and was about to reach for the last packet when i heard him say, "excuse me have u taken enough?" In a despairing manner. Go F*&k yourself Biatch! was the thought that ran through my mind, but due to the mild mannerism of my upbringing, all i said was, "taken enough already."
Crap 2:
It happened today. I was buying my usual fav Yong Tou Fu noodles from the century square food centre. Ok, pick out 8 items from the stall, give the auntie the bowl and say," mian, tang." For all you people who can't speak the language, (as if i'm very good at it) its "noodles, soup". Well done, i thought to myself, and paid $3.70 for the bluddy bowl with food in it. As i waited impatiently for the uncle to prepare my food, to my horror of horrors, he had to pour sauce over my tasties and dump a huge load of chilli into the bowl. "Bluddy hell! Uncle i asked for soup!" (With the Bluddy hell left out)
All he gave me was a ... "sorrrryy hor" and talked to the auntie beside him. She gave a small defiant answer and kinda insisted that she told him i wanted it in the soupy format. Bluddy hell. Want me to kenna MC is it ah auntie!?!?! Due to my mild mannerism, AGAIN, i drudgingly took the bowl and began to consume it with much effort, slowly washing the chilli off the food in the bowl of soup that has become my "baptism pool". Half way through my torturous journey, i had abandoned all hope of ever finishing the spicy delicacy and rode off into the sunset to capture me a mushroom swiss burger....
Crap3:
At the palace of Burgers, the idea of having a warm, juicy beef patty in my mouth coupled with the smooth, sweet-smelling mushroom bits had me watering my teeth with saliva. Yummy, my fav burger. But who else greeted me but the Son of Saddam Hussein who was brought up in the company of hoodlums and gangsters. Without a word, he just stood there and expected me to say," Good evening, welcome to Burger King, may i take your orders?" Yo dude, i have been on the other side of the fence dude, I'm paying ur M&^%&( F*&king salary so give a little respect! Come on just say may i have your order? Wellz even if you said whatz UPPP.... i'm down for it. At least tell me you know i'm there.
So there it is.... the pathetic and down right disgrace of singapore's service sector. What do i think of it.... well as the great one always say," IT DOESN"T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK! " ...and thats the whole truth.
