In your grand scheme of feeding your abundant offspring and your lifelong quest to carve that perfect mustache, i implore that you look into certain issues.
Firstly, i get a feeling u're ripping me off my money. It's okay. I'll gladly pay $2.50 for flour rubbed with mushroom and cheese but why do u peg your kosong pratas to the economy's inflation? Do you know every time the price increases by 10 cents, it sends shockwaves? Do u know how many smses i've received informing me of this?
Why do u always give me a black face (figurative speech) when i ask for sugar? It's only sugar. Although it is of a crystalline structure, it is not diamond. I repeat, i asked for sugar, not diamonds.
Why is it my job to walk to your counter, where you're ignorantly doing your own irrelevant stuff like wiping the sink or cracking lameass jokes with your counterparts, so that i can beg you to take my money? Why must i beg you to take my money? Why must i repeat what i've eaten to you so that u can count so loudly in my face?
What's worse is you seldom use a calculator and i'm the one doing the math for you. What's worsex2 is you seem as if u can't be bothered to take my money. It's as if walking away after eating is the correct behaviour, and slogging up the 3 steps to your counter was the wrong one.
And the last i remembered, my curry includes a tiny chunk of potato floating around. Where has it gone to?
Yours Sincerely,
Prata Consumer.
Prata Consumer.
1 comments:
are you talking about the indian stall at sc's house?
cos I think they're generally quite friendly! hahaha
jiees
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