Attack of the Guranggutan
It was 2:10 PM and I have been behind this green toyota corola, seemingly making orders at the McDonald's drive thru window since 1:30 PM!!!
I have already finished eating my order of Chicken Supreme McRice burger and Taro Pie, and the customer's macabre hand still muses through the car's window, seemingly making herself look like a nuveau-riche-wannabe making her first order @ mcdonald's after an entire life of eating galunggong and sayote.
I was pissed, so I went down and the dialogue follows:
Joma: Excuse me, is there anything wrong, ma'am?
*old lady continues to ask, not minding me, for singular receipts for every order so that each and every item gets a 20% discount*
Joma: Excuse me po, you've been holding up the line for more than 30 minutes.
Old Lady: Umo order ako, hijo, hindi mo ba nakikita?
Joma: Nakikita ko po yun, pero higit na sa 30 minutes ang pag oorder nyo, marami na pong nakapila at abot na po sa connecticut street...
Old Lady: Tatagal lalo to pag inistorbo mo ako, bastos ka!
Joma: Bastos? (my blood begins to boil violently)
Joma: Hindi purkit ma edad ka, hahayaan ka namin umabuso sa pila! At wala kang karapatan tawagin akong bastos dahil hindi ko pa tinitira ang abwat natin sa edad na kay laki laki!
*old lady glares at me and is shocked*
Joma: Inang, kung nag hahanap po kayo ng jolly hotdog, wala po nun dito. Gutom na lahat ng nakapila. McDonald's po ito, hindi hospital, kaya kung maaari po bilisan nyo dahil hindi lang po kayo ang gutom. Hindi lang ako ang nasa likod nyong nag hihintay na tila galit, at malapit nang umedad sa kakahintay sayo, at asar na sa napa ka kupad na pag order nyo!!!
*old lady closes window and the driver speeds off the car*
I have already finished eating my order of Chicken Supreme McRice burger and Taro Pie, and the customer's macabre hand still muses through the car's window, seemingly making herself look like a nuveau-riche-wannabe making her first order @ mcdonald's after an entire life of eating galunggong and sayote.
I was pissed, so I went down and the dialogue follows:
Joma: Excuse me, is there anything wrong, ma'am?
*old lady continues to ask, not minding me, for singular receipts for every order so that each and every item gets a 20% discount*
Joma: Excuse me po, you've been holding up the line for more than 30 minutes.
Old Lady: Umo order ako, hijo, hindi mo ba nakikita?
Joma: Nakikita ko po yun, pero higit na sa 30 minutes ang pag oorder nyo, marami na pong nakapila at abot na po sa connecticut street...
Old Lady: Tatagal lalo to pag inistorbo mo ako, bastos ka!
Joma: Bastos? (my blood begins to boil violently)
Joma: Hindi purkit ma edad ka, hahayaan ka namin umabuso sa pila! At wala kang karapatan tawagin akong bastos dahil hindi ko pa tinitira ang abwat natin sa edad na kay laki laki!
*old lady glares at me and is shocked*
Joma: Inang, kung nag hahanap po kayo ng jolly hotdog, wala po nun dito. Gutom na lahat ng nakapila. McDonald's po ito, hindi hospital, kaya kung maaari po bilisan nyo dahil hindi lang po kayo ang gutom. Hindi lang ako ang nasa likod nyong nag hihintay na tila galit, at malapit nang umedad sa kakahintay sayo, at asar na sa napa ka kupad na pag order nyo!!!
*old lady closes window and the driver speeds off the car*