Today I had the fucking bad luck of serving this fat lady. Actually she look like those friendly friendly auntie type of lady, which i enjoy serving cos they are very friendly one. Then i walked over in my out-dated Adidas Superstar 2 and said politely that we are currently having a sale here. In crisp chinese.
you know wad that fat char boh say or not?
"I don't understand Chinese you know?", "speak in English can?" in her fake ang moh accent. Which tried to be ang moh, but failed miserably.
I was utterly disgusted by this fat lady, and i feel like taking out my name tag and use the needle part to poke her fucking arms. but then again, her oil might shoot out and hit me in my face. which is very dirty.
And look, her English is perfect!
I was already very tired and had to put up such bullshit from people who thinks they are superior than me.
Im the most superior and no one can match that. I can type an SMS message damn fucking fast and i owe a god damn chio puma bag, I can even do split PLUS i am NOT FAT. Ming kai i am not refering to you okay? im refering to that nbcb lady. Even though we always talk in Paris Hilton accent english, but we all know we are JOKING.
so I talked to her in my newly learned Paris Hilton accent, me and MK always talk in that, when we JOKE.
"Im sorry, Miss, we dun carry your size, you're too fucking fat and no amount of liposuction can save you. you can jus go talior make it"
kidding, i didnt say that, i was too hum ji.
so i told her "sorry miss, you're too fat, we dun carry your size" in my fake paris hilton tone. and i walked away in my adidas superstar 2.
and i didnt see her anymore. YAY.
after that there are 3 also very qian bian china females (i HATE to serve this kind of people, i also dun serve bangalas, for fuck? they never contribute to our economy, as in they dun spend) and they just toss around the clothes and never put back nicely, when i say nicely i mean original place, never fold nevermind. and they took like 4 each.
come back, throw all at me, and demand other stuffs. chee bye. in the end also never buy anything. PLUS they like to assume thing themselves.
see, SnK is having a sale, those shirts are selling at 12 bucks each, written clearly below is "Min 2 pieces" in black marker ink, and they, those china tarts, assume is 12 for 2. without the MIN. and when i told them it is 1 for 12 bucks, they told me that we LIED.
wad the mother fucking world is this man?
I understand that they dun might not understand english, but for fuck assume? cannot ask ar? one even said that she didnt see the 'min 2 pieces' and wad the hell are we suppose to do? change to MIN 2 PIECES, then followed by "$12 each" ????
then largy worse. they will think 2 dollars for 12 pieces, cos since they cant understand a 3 letter word 'min', how can they understand the meaning of a 4 letter word 'each' ???
god i just hate serving china people laaaaaa!!! *stab stab*
FINALLY at the end of my work, i get to go home, but i was super hungry, so i went to the pasah malam to buy the malay burger, i stood FIRST, followed by another malay guy. they you know wad or not? THEY SERVED the malay guy FIRST while i came first.
god my blood boils.
nevermind that, i told them i dun wan chilli 123.56.23. times and YET they still give me the same damn defult product. i couldnt finish the burger cos its fucking spicy and i had no money to buy any drinks. yes i am tht broke.
i lun allllllllllllllllll the way to the train and got onto the train home. and stick my ass onto one of the seats. WAH, orgasm! cos my legs are breaking fm all the standing.
then came another bangala. fucking smelly. and he sat beside me. i also died on the train, but i didnt cos if i were to die. i cant collect my pay (which is SOON!)
how i wish the MRT wil ban smelly people, noisy kids, noisy people who blast their mp3 phone.
on a completely different note. I was on the bus with Deyuan and Hazel to town and on the bus there is this guy who blast his cheap christmas techno remix on the bus, fucking noisy. on top of that, he is fucking hideous. lemme give u a descriptiom.
hair gelled sideway
ugly nondescript
emo thick specs
uncle-ish polo tee
BELL bottom!!!!!!!!!!! MY GODDNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
way above ankle black socks
hideous black office wear shoes
fucking hideous. isnt it? i tsk-ed tsk-ed at him and he still play the cheap song. When we were alighting. I pointed to his shoes and said loudly "WAH! his shoes are DAMN hideous!!"
heheheheheheh cheap trills cheap trill. cant stand it. i love cheap trills.
back to jus now.
I decided to take my ezlink card and pay for my regular fries, and in front of me was this auntie is is damn picky abt her order, change this change that. and it took like 10 mins!!! i feel like shouting her "auntie, just buy a freaking HAPPY MEAL for yr son and go la!!"
thanks to her. when i walked out of mcdonalds it POURED!
I had to go home drenched.
in a nutshell: I dun serve bangalas(esp smelly ones) and china people! My class has 2 of them, and i seldom talk to them. not that i think i am superior than them, but because i dun like the china accent.
Before i go, i shall post a picture of myself, in case you forgot how i look like. :)
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