Sunday, 2 November 2008 Firo says...
Singaporeans...
Really.
Stop asking me stupid questions and telling me stupid things.
Just, stop.
Im surprised this country isn't killing itself yet, considering the amount of stupidity around. I was working today at the Digiskin in Cathay, where Kaden (the senior trainer) and I were reading some very interesting random things on
http://www.howstuffworks.com/.
Like ESP.
And Nostrodamus.
And how scientific proof shows that the human brain is fully operational, contrary to the '10% used' theory.
Damn, they needed some Singaporean test subjects.
Sometime around 4pm, this couple walked in complaining that the skins on their iphones are coming off.
Now, normally, this situation starts with them walking in and asking if we can fix this.
We would then immediately follow with a simple yes.
We're sorry, you're happy, everything is well.
...How i wished the guy was normal.
He literally storms into the shop and demand we explain ourselves.
I shall refer to this guy as 'Moron1' from now on.
Moron1: "Explain to me why the skins are coming off."...A good day to you too.
Firo: "Excuse me?"Moron1: "My iPhone. See?"He proceeds to shove his iphone in my face, showing me how this area no larger than a quarter of my thumb is loose.
A quarter.
Of my thumb.
Urge to attack Moron1 rising.
Moron1: "Why did it come off? And my girlfriend one also. You people said it can last a year."Girl: "And it's only been a month too."Firo: "Can i take a look at that?"At this point i actually turned to Kaden for help. I even had the whole 'Help me GTFO of this crap!' look to get the message through.
He sits there examining the girl's iPhone.
Damned bastard.
Firo: "Well, usually this shouldn't happen. It should last at least 6 months if done properly. Also, iPhones are also known to be harder to grip due the rounded corners. We could--"Moron1: "Why didn't you tell us that when we came the last time?"...Urge to attack Moron1 rising further.
Firo: "I have no idea. I wasn't the one who did these, and i wasn't around either."Moron1: "So you're saying if you did it it would be better?"Firo: "What? No, i meant there might have been some problems during the process of the skinning."Moron1: "How am i suppose to trust your products now?"Moron1: "These are lousy skins."...Did, did he just insult us?
Oh that son of a bitch.
If Kaden hadn't said something, i would've had a little chat with Mr.Upset.
Will all the nice shiny knives on the table between us as friendly gifts.
Kaden: "We can help remake these for you again, and hopefully this time it will last longer."Moron1: "...Oh really?"Girl: "Great."Kaden: "Just come back around... 6pm? Thanks."Moron1: "Okay then."......What?
What in the 18 fiery blazes of Hell just...
Oh that damned bastard.
---------Fast forward---------After work i went over to Long John's for some dinner. By then i was very hungry.
And I don't just mean famish hungry. I mean
give me food now or you'll pay hungry.
So i jumped into line, ready to order that 'Hot Deal' meal that conveniently fits into my budget so beautifully. It was like we were fated to be together, my stomach and it. Unfortunately, the counter staff had other ideas.
I shall refer to this guy as 'Moron2' from now on.
Now, there was but one other person in front of me.
One.
...Damn. Too many onlookers, murder too risky. Ah well. Technically, this one guy can't possibly take more than another minute. He was here before I walked in. This will be a short wait, right?
Right?
...Sigh. Singaporeans.
Moron2, who was serving my line (read: my set of two), was talking to the guy in front of me. Talking. For 5 minutes.
I started wondering how i could remove both of these retards without anyone seeing me.
Okay, calm down. Maybe the guy has a ridiculously large order. Maybe he's the kind of asshole customer who has so many special orders you could drown in his requests.
That much i could understand. If i weren't dying of hunger.
Moron2 finally decides to get down to getting the guy his order. I finally figure out how to shove his head up his ass.
Turning around, he picks up a plastic take-away box, and
slowly puts some vegetables and sauce into it.
Let me highlight just how excruciating it was to watch him.
SLOWLY.It was like watching the entire double trilogy of Star Wars without all the shiny stuff.
Can you just imagine that? Pure torture.
3 people had gotten by me on the queue next to me.
Firo is not happy.
After World War 3, he shuts the box, turns around, and puts it on the tray.
...And... that's it.
Guy pays and leaves.
...
DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE 50 YEARS FOR THAT!?I need to shoot this idiot now...
No, wait, where is he going with those tiny cups of sauces? Is he not taking my orders? What the...
Oh that son of a bitch.
He even dared to smile when he came back.
I need a dragon. Fast. And preferably non-Singaporean.