I have been told that blogging can be therapeutic and acts as a form of sedative that helps insomniacs to nod off.
So here i am blogging away in the weeeeeeee hours of the morning hoping and praying that whatever it is i have been told is true.
Have you been to KFC lately? The service there has since ' improved ' in comparison to what it used to be.
In the past it has always been " Selamat datang, makan sini atau bungkus? " and you can get straight to whatever it is you want.
Now its,
" Selamat datang encik, apa khabar? Nama saya Abdullah Badawi bin Anuar Ibrahim. Adakah anda sihat dan sejahtera? Sila memberi salam saya kepada emak encik di kampung. Makanan di sini dijamin halal and sesuai dimakan oleh semua golongan masyarakat. Encik makan sini atau bungkus?
I'm assuming that its KFC's new policy for every customer to get acquainted formally with their staff before placing an order.
The other day i decided to get a 2 piece chicken to go. Upon reaching KFC, there were three lines for you to queue at. Cashier A had 7 plp in line. Cashier B had 3 plp in line and Cashier C had 7 plp in line as well.
So i studied and surveyed the queue, taking into account the amount of plp in every row, their body mass, the age of the cashier etc etc. The cashiers in all 3 lines were in their mid 30's or something. So that dint matter. The amount of plp in every row was almost equal. I wish i could weight them all but i just dint have the equipment.
So after intensive research and various phone calls to my lecturers. I decided that the quickest way to my 2 piece chicken would be to queue up in Cashier B's line. After all they only had 3 people there.
As i stood in line, i smirked at the losers in lines A and C. " What a bunch of suckers " i thought to myself.
10 minutes later i see those same losers carrying their treys of food to their tables
. I looked at my sorry self standing second in line and knew it was judgement from God.
HOW COULD THAT BE
??? I took everything into account !!! EVERYTHING !!!
As soon as it was my turn, the cashier turned to me and said,
"Selamat datang encik, apa khabar? Nama saya Abdullah Badawi bin Anuar
Ibrahim. Adakah anda sihat dan sejahtera? Sila memberi salam saya
kepada emak encik di kampung. Makanan di sini dijamin halal and sesuai
dimakan oleh semua golongan masyarakat. Encik makan sini atau bungkus? "
ALL I SAID WAS " Can i have a .... " The cashier then cuts me off and proceeds to say,
"Welcome sir, How are you feeling today? My name is Edward Foreign Charles Carl the Second. Please send my regards to your family and descendants to come. All food here is guaranteed to be halal and safe for the consumption of all walks of life. Having here or take away? "
I should've just replied him in malay. I could have saved 3 minutes of my time.
I then said,
" Thanks. Can i have a 2 piece chicken to go? 1 ribs and 1 breast please. "
" Sorry ya encik, apa itu ribs ar?? "
"
Rusuk "
" Ohhhh, okok "
After the order he then points out to almost every dish on the menu persuading me to take them all.
After thoroughly convincing him that just having what i ordered was fine.
" Thank you sir, is there any other way i can help you? "
" No thanks, I'm fine. "
" Thank you sir, come again and remember, KFC is the place you wanna be. "
I took a glimpse at cashier A and C and all they said was " Welcome to KFC, how can i help you? "
But what i really don't understand was how did all those losers know that i would wind up being the ultimate loser? HOW ??? I really don't get it. They must have been rocket scientists or something.
Anyways it is evident that we all learned something from the story.
The conclusion is fairly simple and can be conjured up in a sentence.
BLOGGING BEING THERAPEUTIC IS A DAMN LIE !!!
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