Yet Another Random Post

I hate public toilets! Today I went to use the toilet in the library and felt really disgusted. The very first cubicle was previously used by someone who could not even flush after doing her business, and it was not a small one. Moving on to the second cubicle, someone left her newspaper in the toilet after usage. However, her newspaper was sandwiched between the toilet cover and seat. WTF? Who places their newspaper like that? It made me wonder what the contents were in the toilet bowl that made the person do so. Hmmn, I really pity the cleaner who has to remove the newspaper later. The third cubicle was slightly better, as in there were no left-over contents in the toilet bowl. However, the floor was filled with black footprints. If it had been raining, I would understand why there were footprints, but today was a bright and sunny day! So...where did the water come from?

On my way home in the MRT, a China lady who was showing off her rather populated midriff to the whole world decided to ask for directions. Of all the Chinese-speaking she could have had asked, she chose to ask an Indian guy who obviously did not know Chinese. Failing to get an answer from him, she proceeded to ask the foreigner(ang-moh) guy next to him...She chose to ask the Indian guy, the ang-moh guy but just refused to ask me, who at least looks more Chinese then them. She then started blaming the two poor guys who could not give her a satisfactory answer, rather loudly in Chinese...Wa lau, it was like her own fault that she picked two obviously non-Chinese people to answer her question posed in Chinese.

After alighting at my stop, I met my sister and went with her to KFC to buy food. Usually the people serving in fast-food restaurants are old folks, however, today the people serving were a bunch of young guys. Considering the guy who served us was rather new(judging from his age), he wasn't really clear about the prices of this 3-pc chicken offer so he went to ask the manager but she wasnt there so he asked the guy next to him instead.

Barry(the guy serving us): Eh, how much is this ar?
Johnathan(obviously who): (answered some price)
Barry: For how many pieces?
Johnathan: Two.
Barry: (checked the paper again)It's 3 pieces la...you chicken nugget...

Hahaha, that was like so freaking funny and I couldn't stop laughing till my face turned as red as Guan Gong's. I mean, why even bother to ask in the first place when the dumb price list's placed in front of him. And, why is the guy called chicken nugget? Haha. He's too cute to be called chicken nugget anyway...:D

Next, the drink he gave us was very diluted and my sister required a change. And, horrors of horrors, he just poured away the liquid in the cup right into the sink and refilled the cup! So unhygenic!!