Last saturday (13th Aug), i was happily working in my wine boutique in plaza mont kiara when an odd couple walked into the restaurant. A glimpse of them revealed the following description:
The Woman (lets call her Sohai)
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Probably in her 30s, chinese with average sized left tit (orange) and slightly bigger right tit(pomelo). Suspected implants gone awry. Fair complexion with well plucked eye brows (its amazing how woman would pluck all the hairs on their legs, eye brows, face and even the c*nt but would squeel at the sight of something small & cute, like my scorpions). In short, grade D variety (no, not durians).
The idiot (lets call him Mahai)
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Late twenties, Malay son of a bitch with a mustauche that looked as if it was trimmed using lawnmowers (or a worn out pair of leg shaver belonging to Miss Sohai). Trying to act big (when he is like 5′6) and fake English accents. Smells like the crossbreed of a skunk and a road kill with the worst BO problem (Dont know what is BO? Its body odour… raise ur arm and that a deep breath at the armpit… ). In short, a farking c*nt.
This pair of Hais wanted a bottle of wine, and the wine cellar is so out of stock that people would think we went bankrupt. We have 400 items on the list, and the cellar actually contained 14 of them. And my colleague (the perverted Fenah) didnt bothered to create a new wine list… as a result, he was screwed over and over again by customers (they got fed up for choosing countless of sold out items). In order to prevent such stupid thing from happening to me, i suggested to the Hai couple to walk over to the wine rack (4 meters away) to choose their bottle. And everything went well.
After that, i decided to create a new winelist with only available items and made 4 copies of them. After 40 minutes, this Mat Salleh walked in. He requested for the wine list and i dilligently presented the newly printed wine list to him. He made his selection without having to walk to the wine racks and i served him his wine. This moment, somefarkingthing happened…
Mahai called me over and the conversation is typed out in detail below:
Mahai: Why did that guy dont have to walk to the wine rack? Are you racist? You are a typical malaysian. Why the fuck that foreigner get special treatment? Whats this double standard?
Me: No, its not what u think. I printed this new wi….
Mahai : You get out of my face, i dont want to see your face!
Me: Then why the fuck u called me over?
Mahai: ……
Me: I tell you what, i respect and treat all paying customer equally. The reason why u had to walk to the rack is because i think you care about what u want to drink. Did u know all 5 star restaurants or all wine lovers would love to walk into the cellar to choose their own wine? Cos they love their wine and would like to see the bottle. Plus they get to seek advice from knowledgeable people like me.
Mahai: ……. Stil u can point the wine out of the list…
Me : 95% of the items is sold out. I dont want to waste customer’s time selecting something available. Its like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Mahai: …. what…what haystack.
Me: The chances of you choosing a wine available is very low. THe foreigner is using a new wine list that i have just printed that lists on available items. *proceeded to show him the new and the old list*
Mahai: ……….
Me: Now if you would excuse me, i have all hands full. Do enjoy your night. *leaves
Mahai: ………
Feeling victorious, i left the Hai couple to themselves…. bunch of primates. I suspect Mahai is a singaporean. Still, he nearly ruined my wonderful day. People like mahai should volunteer as a sex worker for the orang utans in our national zoo for trying to label me a racist. KNN…
