I’m stuck in the office, on a Saturday afternoon. Well, I’m usually stuck in the office on Saturday afternoons. :/
Anyway. Meeting funny and demanding customers on Saturdays has been no surprise for me. Today I had a very special experience.
The place I work at is on the first floor of a huge British Colonial building. There is a restaurant downstairs. Personally I haven’t been there but I’ve heard a few customers commenting that the food is good.
A lady walked in today and was about 20 minutes late for the class that she wanted to attend, and best of all, she didn’t make any reservation. So when I was explaining to her about the situation, the door suddenly opened and a guy in the chef’s uniform said:
“Hello Miss. How can you just throw this in the middle of the road?” - I’m not very sure if these are the exact words as I wasn’t prepared for this at all, but it’s something like these.
I looked at him and I saw him holding a piece of banana skin.
“How do you feel if I just throw like this?”
And this Mr Chef just threw the banana skin in the office! Yes IN THE OFFICE, and just turned and walked away before me and the lady realised what happened – or maybe only me, since the lady was the one throwing the skin in the first place.
The lady was kinda embarrased and picked up the banana skin. This time around, she threw it in the dustbin.
After settling the work with the lady I sat down and thought I should go down and tell Mr Chef that hey, that lady is not our staff and she probably wouldn’t feel anything bad if you throw the skin in our office, you see. -.- So I went down and he was there. The others were quiet seeing me so I just went to him and said:
“Erm just now someone went up, was it you?”
He looked at me and said: “Yeah. Why?”
I said: “I just didn’t want you to think that the lady is our staff because we don’t know her.”
He started telling the story that the ‘blardy female’ just threw the skin in the middle of the road while walking in and that she is a ‘blardy’ Malaysian and there is a ‘blardy’ thing in this world called dustbin.
Some conversations came in between but with all the headaches and body aches that I was having, I seriously can’t remember clearly what I said. Nevermind, enough of the ‘blardiness’. I just repeated that I didn’t want him to think that the lady is our staff and left.
Well, as much as I hate people littering (so much so that I call them rubbish worm whenever I see one on the road), I hope he understand that he was actually throwing the banana skin in my office and that made me feel being offended, and certainly not very polite.
