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I am massively trying to moisturize my hands because it's been one whole day of cooking and washing dishes. OK, my parents, both nearing their 60's, recently decided to open a cafe/restaurant, together a couple of my aunts. Being that age....sigh, I know how it is running a friggin' restaurant. I have experience. It's tough. FREAKING TOUGH. The work is endless. But since they have embarked on this 'adventure', I can only think of doing something to help. Washing dishes. And waitressing. I try to be there when I can and cheat my kids about swimming in the pool outside as long as they want while I do anything that I can. But here's what happened tonight. These two teenagers who came to the cafe after-hours, we accepted their f***ing order. These above-50 people spent a lot of time defrosting and cooking the chicken chop and fish n chips (I was mainly washing dishes, remember?), make them drinks and you know what they effing do? They told one of our people to get them ice water, noticing that my dad is counting money, they walked away. Ran away. Just like that. Although the loss is not in the millions, we felt disgruntled. Quoting my dad, 'Added together, we must be a few hundred years old. We got cheated by these punks!!!' If my dad meets them again, they're going to either die or end up sleeping in the station. F***ers! Parents, train your kids well about integrity. These kids are probably rich kids with no morality and integrity. Instantly, I alerted my kids and informed them of the incident. They were miffed. 'Let's call their parents. Let's call the police!' but I tell them solemnly that it was a case-closed. We learn from it. We learn how to hawk over every table like it was a roulette table. Either it's you who wins or them. No one goes home with a free meal, punks. Karma's gonna get you. I wash your freaking dishes, my aunts cook your friggin' meal and you think it's an effing joke. Good luck to your parents. No, really. Good luck! For me, I hope those guys spend three months washing dishes. Shit them.
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shanaz@RS said…
OMG, That must be a horrible experience, Marsha. It's a good solution to watch over the tables, however. Let's hope for the best, in the future, as I'm sure your people will be more vigilant. :)
December 27, 2009 at 4:12 AM
Marsha Maung said…
written, it ain't no fun but with any business, it's like that. sigh....it serves as a good lesson for my parents and relatives and yes, i am pretty sure we will all be on our toes from now on. THANKS!
December 27, 2009 at 1:29 PM
Kok Yee said…
Marsha,

Where's the restaurant? I'd like to give it a try too :)

You want those flers to wash dishes or wash backsides? Heheh..
December 27, 2009 at 6:01 PM
Marsha Maung said…
it's in a condo and it would be a delight to see you again!!! email your email address to marshamaung at gmail dot com. i'll let you know, i don't want the rest of the world to know
December 27, 2009 at 10:31 PM
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