Raining Coffee
Friday, March 31, 2006
Raining Coffee
Tuedays and Thursdays,two of the more sorted after days of the week.Not particularly because of the timetable and stuff,but rather the supposed Night Off on those two days.Usually i would take a cab back home and check my emails,eat some snacks and stuff till book in time.But on Tuesday i headed out with Martin and See Hwee to Lot 1 to check out some Dvds and food.
Anyway,after wandering around the mall for a little over an hour and a half,we decided to head back to camp.Martin promised QinYou to grab a cup of ice-blend outside the MRT station before we return,so we stopped by that famous stall to grab one before it officially closes.
Anyhow,five seconds into the queue this Malay woman before us in blue flared up at the lady at the counter.She said something about her trying to tell the lady something,but she wouldnt pay attention to her.Then,without any warnings whatsoever,she swung the cup of coffee ice-blend in her hands and threw it into the stall and onto the shopkeepers inside.
The coffee splattered all over the place,on their aprons and the floor of the stall.The three of us were behind the Malay lady,and as she swung the cup over her head the lid came off and whatever was in it formed a little rainbow over her head as they went airborne.I ducked quickly enough,and jumped out of the raining coffee in time.Martin however,wasnt so lucky.
He was air-raided by coffee across the chest.You could see the coffee on his collar and all the way across his white polo t-shirt.What a day for him,really.
Anyway,the crazy Malay lady stormed off right afterwards,still cursing under her breath.The lady behind the counter,probably in her late thirties,was in shock as she wiped coffee off her apron and shirt.The rest of the customers just looked blankly at the mess the crazed Malay woman just made at the scene.
"Oh,sorry about that." said the lady,as Martin made his order.
"Dont worry," i said. "Just charge him half the price."
Well,instead of charing it half the price,the lady charged Martin free.Totally.What an angel,really.But still,she kept complaining about the crazed swine that ran away from the crime scene.And damn,i couldve done something right then,but was too stunned to do anything whatsoever.
I mean,let's break the situation down shall we?I dont know what the hell happened there,before we came.But apparently,according to the lady,the mad Malay mofo was unhappy with the quality of the coffee ice-blend,saying that it tasted artificial whatsoever.Well,first of all,what do you expect from a coffee ice-blend that cost merely two dollars?You didnt expect coffee brewed from Brazillian,Jamaican or Ethiopian coffee beans did you?So what the hell was up with you,tossing the coffee ice-blend at the lady for?
Second of all,if you want to throw at the lady,go ahead.You have all the right to do so.But please,consider the innocent citizens behind you when you throw it,at least take an aimed shot or something.Dont just throw the bloody cup without actually noticing the people behind you,because seriously if i have gotten around fast enough you wouldve been pounded up so bad you wouldnt be able to tell yourself apart from a pulp.
Third of all,maybe it was the lady at the counter's fault.Perhaps she was too busy clearing up the last bit of stuff before the stall closes,and ignored your complaints.That,i understand.However,did you seriously think by throwing your coffee at the lady,she is going to listen to you afterwards?This world does not work like John Doe's world in Se7en,whereby you have to throw a sledge hammer at somebody's head to catch that person's attention.You happen to live in Singapore,a country with the lowest crime rates in the world.So spare of your public display of stupidity and bring it home with you.
Oh,and one last thing.I know,for somebody with such low intellects,you are probably never going to surf the net,let alone find my blog.In the events that you do,you'd probably not understand a single word i typed.Well,if i grabbed your arm just then i wouldve forced you to apologise to Martin for his shirt.I know,Martin doesnt have a great sense of style when it comes to fashion,but your tips concerning a splatter of coffee across his chest didnt help,at all.
So you can go screw yourself,next time you decide to toss whatever you decide to throw at whoever you are pissed off with.Just pray that you dont meet me the next time,because i swear whatever you throw at me my words will bring you down to a point whereby you'd feel like a worm,and then wave a sign with your tail for all the birds to swoop down and tear you up into worm pulp,because i will kill you with my words,then my punch if the birds dont appear.
Bitch.
Tuedays and Thursdays,two of the more sorted after days of the week.Not particularly because of the timetable and stuff,but rather the supposed Night Off on those two days.Usually i would take a cab back home and check my emails,eat some snacks and stuff till book in time.But on Tuesday i headed out with Martin and See Hwee to Lot 1 to check out some Dvds and food.
Anyway,after wandering around the mall for a little over an hour and a half,we decided to head back to camp.Martin promised QinYou to grab a cup of ice-blend outside the MRT station before we return,so we stopped by that famous stall to grab one before it officially closes.
Anyhow,five seconds into the queue this Malay woman before us in blue flared up at the lady at the counter.She said something about her trying to tell the lady something,but she wouldnt pay attention to her.Then,without any warnings whatsoever,she swung the cup of coffee ice-blend in her hands and threw it into the stall and onto the shopkeepers inside.
The coffee splattered all over the place,on their aprons and the floor of the stall.The three of us were behind the Malay lady,and as she swung the cup over her head the lid came off and whatever was in it formed a little rainbow over her head as they went airborne.I ducked quickly enough,and jumped out of the raining coffee in time.Martin however,wasnt so lucky.
He was air-raided by coffee across the chest.You could see the coffee on his collar and all the way across his white polo t-shirt.What a day for him,really.
Anyway,the crazy Malay lady stormed off right afterwards,still cursing under her breath.The lady behind the counter,probably in her late thirties,was in shock as she wiped coffee off her apron and shirt.The rest of the customers just looked blankly at the mess the crazed Malay woman just made at the scene.
"Oh,sorry about that." said the lady,as Martin made his order.
"Dont worry," i said. "Just charge him half the price."
Well,instead of charing it half the price,the lady charged Martin free.Totally.What an angel,really.But still,she kept complaining about the crazed swine that ran away from the crime scene.And damn,i couldve done something right then,but was too stunned to do anything whatsoever.
I mean,let's break the situation down shall we?I dont know what the hell happened there,before we came.But apparently,according to the lady,the mad Malay mofo was unhappy with the quality of the coffee ice-blend,saying that it tasted artificial whatsoever.Well,first of all,what do you expect from a coffee ice-blend that cost merely two dollars?You didnt expect coffee brewed from Brazillian,Jamaican or Ethiopian coffee beans did you?So what the hell was up with you,tossing the coffee ice-blend at the lady for?
Second of all,if you want to throw at the lady,go ahead.You have all the right to do so.But please,consider the innocent citizens behind you when you throw it,at least take an aimed shot or something.Dont just throw the bloody cup without actually noticing the people behind you,because seriously if i have gotten around fast enough you wouldve been pounded up so bad you wouldnt be able to tell yourself apart from a pulp.
Third of all,maybe it was the lady at the counter's fault.Perhaps she was too busy clearing up the last bit of stuff before the stall closes,and ignored your complaints.That,i understand.However,did you seriously think by throwing your coffee at the lady,she is going to listen to you afterwards?This world does not work like John Doe's world in Se7en,whereby you have to throw a sledge hammer at somebody's head to catch that person's attention.You happen to live in Singapore,a country with the lowest crime rates in the world.So spare of your public display of stupidity and bring it home with you.
Oh,and one last thing.I know,for somebody with such low intellects,you are probably never going to surf the net,let alone find my blog.In the events that you do,you'd probably not understand a single word i typed.Well,if i grabbed your arm just then i wouldve forced you to apologise to Martin for his shirt.I know,Martin doesnt have a great sense of style when it comes to fashion,but your tips concerning a splatter of coffee across his chest didnt help,at all.
So you can go screw yourself,next time you decide to toss whatever you decide to throw at whoever you are pissed off with.Just pray that you dont meet me the next time,because i swear whatever you throw at me my words will bring you down to a point whereby you'd feel like a worm,and then wave a sign with your tail for all the birds to swoop down and tear you up into worm pulp,because i will kill you with my words,then my punch if the birds dont appear.
Bitch.
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