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Thursday, July 19, 2007

You want an apology, but you're the one who's not getting it.


Cheers,
to the ones who filled our empty stomachs,
who endlessly dish out food,
to canteen operators.


They're not the issue but let's make them the scapegoat.


So I've been eating canteen food since God knows when. It has always been the last straw, digesting what they cook behind the stalls, but a growling stomach defies many things, this being one of them.


And I've always been in good terms with all the makciks and pakciks. You know, just smile and they give you more, or charge less. What have I got to lose?


Now let me tell you the state of affairs. We have one, ONE pathetic stall selling muslim food. The reason for not opening up a second, or third stall is clouded by some bull policies or whatsoever that I have no desire to hear.


So today, as usual, ate the good old canteen food. To start with, there wasn't any forks in the two green baskets nearest to me or the other patrons. So I had to reach out to this ther red basket on her side. By accident, I dropped a fork/spoon.


What do I do next but to say "sorry". And all she had to do was to be apologetic about it.


Instead she gave me a look, an angry/crammed expression, and said, "jatuh tak bilang kakak eh". (Drop never tell me). None of it makes sense, seriously. You think I have all the time in this world and do nothing but to drop your utensils?

The basket wasn't even on the patrons side.
And you didnt have any forks washed.
None of it a fault of mine.
Yet I apologised.


What about, the time there was hair in your dishes? What was I to do? Tell the whole canteen about it?


And the time you dropped the asam pedas ladle on the floor cause you elbowed the ladle, picked it up and put the same ladle back into the asam pedas container, without washing it. Now THAT makes sense right.


Worse, using the tuala lap (kitchen rag) to wipe the spills, while the other 1/8 of the rag is submerged in the gravy.


Plus, the condition of the nasi lemak today. Grainy and hard. Drought in the kitchens I suppose?


Whatever happens on your side, you dont tell us. But Im supposed to tell you I dropped a spoon?


Tell me, that you dropped a ladle when Im ordering asam pedas.
Tell me, that you didnt wash the filthy ladle.
Tell me, you mixed bacteria from the rag into the gravy.
Tell me, you forgot to add 5 cups of water into the rice.


At least I apologised. You: didn't.



And I met this girl on the bus one fine morning. As I was sitting down, my bulky bag hit her elbow or hand. Nothing serious. Her hand didn't fall of or anything.


"Sorry." Yet again I said.


Yes, all she had to do was smile and be apologetic about it.



BUT she slammed her bag and file, which was already on her lap. Bloody hell.


Continued her rage by staring at me, sideways some more (I know, people are sometimes just weird). She also made weird noises, like grunting and "tsk"-ing away. In return, I stared blankly at the windows cause she wasn't even hot to begin with. Bloody hell.


Not the end yet.


Next, she flicked her finger, again sideways, to me (like when you throw away your booger kinda action). What's her fucking problem?


But the bus was crowded and she's wearing the same uniform as me so telling her off will be embarrassing. She coming from the same school, with lack of social grace, just irks me.


So I got down the bus before her, and she trailed after my middle finger.






"Sorry" seems to be overrated. And I feel sorry for them.