Yesterday, Sean suggested that I should blog about the following incident. However, having a short-term memory as usual, I couldn’t recall much about it. And hence, Mr. Sean ‘volunteered’ to write HIS renactment.
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Disclaimer: Kindly note that the story has been stylistically treated to provide entertainment value….whatever that means…
Time: D-Day Before
Venue: Ikea Restaurant
Scene: Ms Cherry & Mr. Sean had finally found a table at the restaurant. The table was littered with unused chilli sauce sachets and wads of serviettes
Pointing at the litter on the table with her trademark queeny-broken-wrist, Ms Cherry spoke in great disdain.
Ms Cherry: “Gosh! I just don’t understand people nowadays! Look at all the chillies and serviettes…why do people have to take more than what they need? Just because they are free!?”
In the mind of Mr Sean : There she goes ranting again….such an idealist. But, yah…keke..she had a nailed point though….ITS FREE WHAT…duh… AR-BO-THEN?”
Mustering up his best behavior, trying extremely hard to be politically correct.
Mr Sean murmured: “Erm…Yes…how inconsiderate, these people.”
Ms Cherry :”Yeah agreed fully with you! We should not and will not behave like that!”
Mr Sean: “Of course…”
Ms Cherry: “Some more…why people can’t clear their own plates and rubbish after their meal!”
A few quick possibilities flashed across Mr. Sean’s mind (Go ahead… you pick one, I’ll give you the correct answer at the end)
Because…* drum roll, please*..…
a. There are people hired to do the clearing up?
b. Part of Gahmen’s perfect plan of employment restructuring for the elderly?
c. We don’t want to take away employment opportunities from people?
d. We pay 10% service charge?
e. We pay 7% GST to the Gahmen to come up with the perfect plan of employment restructuring?
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Answer: F- none of the above. Ta –Da! *Applause please*…whatever…
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Time: D-Day
Venue: Ikea Restaurant
Scene: Ms Cherry sat at the table while Mr. Mike and Mr. Sean went to pick up the necessities for dinning i.e. crockery.
Mr. Mike & Mr. Sean placed the necessities on the table… Ms Cherry suddenly burst in anger.
*Looking sternly at Mr. Sean pointing toward the necessities with her queeny-broken-wrist*
Ms Cherry: “What did we just say yesterday?”
Mr Sean *confused* : “Er…what?”
Tneh!!!!!!!!! Wrong Answer!
Ms Cherry: “Didn’t we say something yesterday about how inconsiderate are people nowadays ?!
Like a PC activated by a cold reboot, Mr. Sean restarted all his memory programs, executable files and searched frantically within his hard disk for what was said the previous day…somehow the file “chilli sauce” was found.
Mr Sean: “I thought we meant chilli sauce?”
Tneh!!!!!!! Wrong Answer Again!!!!
Ms Cherry*fuming*: “It’s not chilli sauce! It’s the serviettes! You took so many serviettes for what! You have many mouths to wipe is it! Why did you need to take such a thick wad of serviettes?”
Mr. Sean: “I was not conscious about it…I just took…”
Tneh!!!!!! Wrong Answer Again and Again!!!!!
Mr. Mike who was sat silently observing *the squabble* must have felt terribly uncomfortable…his eyes were bewildered and perhaps did not understand what was really going on half the time. He must have an irrepressible urge to say something to save Mr. Sean from the bad situation after observing how badly Mr. Sean was hammered by Ms Cherry.
Mr. Mike: “Oh…Sean took more serviettes so that he can use it in his car lah.”
Mr. Sean was at the cross road this time…should he accept Mr. Mike’s kind gesture of a ladder to come down or should he just be honest about it…already 3 wrong answer liao! * Imagine sweat dripping down his forehead in slow motion and the sound of heartbeat thumping away*
Mr. Sean finally spoke :”Mike, thanks. But that is not the reason. I just took more serviettes without thinking. Period.”
Ms Cherry interjected: “Mike, don’t have to give excuses for this man. He never brings serviettes to his car.”
*Phew..I guess I gave the right answer this time?*
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Time: Some Weeks after D-Day
Venue: Cathay Cinema (SuperDog)
Scene: Ms Cherry and Mr. Sean seated in the cinema waiting for the show to commence. Ms Cherry took a piece of cheese drenched nachos which dirtied her fingers.
Mr Sean: “Nah…Serviettes…look….1 piece only ar..”
Both looked at each other and smiled uncontrollably.
Ms Cherry looking away smiling and murmured: “Somehow, I have a feeling that I will be “suan” by you for even when I am sixty years old.”
Yah rite…………
—-The End——-
Cherry’s Disclaimer: I could have said what was written above but I SWEAR, I wasn’t fuming or sounded so ‘fierce’…Er..may be I did BUT, I wasn’t scolding lah!
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