
I planned to have lunch at Business School. So i headed to my favorite Vietnamese Stall and ordered a plate of prawn salad rolls.
A 40-year-old man in his Hugo Boss business suit was placing his order when I was paying for mine. I was pretty sure that he was a professor from business school whose accent and skin color told me that he is either American or New Zealander. Then here came the interesting annoying conversation.
Mr: Hey Cindy, gimme two plates of Prawn Salad Roll please.
Cindy: Sorry sir, sold out for today.
I was looking for my wallet inside of my bag and my prawn rolls were right in front of both me and the man.
Mr: Oh man, you gotta be kidding me.
Cindy: I am sorry sir. This lady just bought the last plate.
I looked up and smiled a bit then went back to my wallet searching.
Mr: That cant happen. It is my birthday today.
Cindy:.... Sorry.....
There was still no sign of my wallet in my very messed up hand bag. I was begging for it to come out so I didn't have to stay to listen to a middle aged man whining.
Mr: Oh come on Cindy, you can do something.
Cindy: ....
I realized that he was actually looking at me with little tiny hatred in his eyes when he said that sentence to Ms Cindy. Out of sudden I was pissed off. I looked up and turned around right facing the man in the suit,
Me: Well, happy birthday, sorry I got the last plate right before you. But I am keeping it.
Mr: But since you haven't paid yet, and it is my birthday....
Me: You gotta be kidding me.
Mr: Oh come on.... (whining again.)
Me: Excuse me.
Thank god I found my wallet by that time. I put down 2 bucks and walked away with a annoyed face. Behind me the man was still whining to Cindy....
If that man was really a professor from business school. I am never taking any business modules again.

1 comment:
welcome to the world of American entitlement-where every other culture in the universe has to bow down for the last morsel. Good for you for sticking to your guns, it'll be the only Birthday the ingrate ever remembers-being the day he never got what he felt was his.
Great blog. I like the honesty of it-I'm pursuing something of the same.
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