A noob waiter/order-taker served me and hell was he such a noob. I swear I've never seen such a noob in my life. He just walks up to any noob working at a fast food outlet and without even the courtesy to say "Please", just shits all over them. He makes the entire fatty-arteries industry look THAT bad.
So I went up to the cashier. He stood there staring at me with his mouth agape. I ordered a Prosperity Meal. He took two lifetimes searching for the right buttons to press.
Then he looked up at me. And stared.
So I stared back.
We stared.
Then I tilted my head upwards and said "Apa?"
He mumbled something. I asked again "APA?"
Then he made a drinking motion with his hands in a slow and languid fashion and whispered "Minum?"
I snorted and said "Minum apa, I ordered a Prosperity Meal." It was then that one of his superiors came to his rescue and informed him that a meal includes a drink, in this case, an Orange McFizz, which is just a anusload of Sprite mixed with a teaspoon of orange juice. He shuffled aimlessly in a small circle, in silence. Then he returned to the cashier and stared at me some more.
I stared back.
I glanced down and saw that the cost was already displayed on the register, so I paid him. He returned me my change wordlessly. He shuffled off to get my drink. I had a sinking feeling he'd just give me a Sprite, but he proved me wrong, a rare occasion and therefore cause to celebrate, but I didn't have my dancing shoes on me that time.
Then he just stood there, staring at the french fry bin. Apparently they were out of curly fries and had to fry some more. He shuffled back to the soda fountain, poured me a small cup of coke, and placed it on my tray next to my Orange McFizz, which I must say looked rather more gargantuan and infinitely more appealing next to that midget of a cola.
He stared some more.
I stared back.
I was puzzled at the unexpected gift, so I wrinkled my brows to appear bemused and asked "Apa ni?" He made another drinking motion with his hands and whispered, "Minum" again, while pointing to the french fry bin. Another superior stepped in this time, and instructed him to just give a metal waiting-number to customers who eat-in. He looked about ready to cry, so I gave him my miniature Coke and said "Nah, kau ambillah" and trudged back to my seat with my tray, before feasting on my orgasmic Prosperity burger, a godsent amalgamation of a beef patty, onions, and black pepper sauce.
"I have no idea why I'm wearing this Wonder Woman outfit. By the way, yes that is how many times we've shat our brains out, cabron."
