ALITerAture

its lunch time. i go down to the 5th floor for my daily after lunch
dessert of fruits from the fruits stall. usually, its tapau lunch, then
tapau fruits. but sometimes i bring lunch from home. so today, its just
fruits.

i line up like any other sane person would do when you see a que. i pick my choice from the aneka buah yang ada. then i wait.

out of the great blue, comes a rush of "hens" (i use hens, because its
more polite, than the word that i rather use) going,
"nyoknyeknyoknyeknyoknyek..". next thing you know two of them are
talking thier way to the front of the que with no regard whatsoever to
the sane people who s been there first. typical.

i look at them attempting to give The Stare, with the hopes that the
neuron in that thick head of thiers whould finally work. no such
friggin luck.

fine. its just fruits anyway. no use losing anything over fruits.

but then, life is so full of surprises. the que -cutters began
sondol-ing thier hefty arses not realizing that the spot just aint big
enough for the overlaod of fats on thier rears. they begin to annoy the
shit out of me. they begin to annoy the shit out of every other
womenfolk there who sense the same idiocy that is being witnessed.

THEN, taking thier Godforsaken sweet time, they take thier pick, and
have the nerve to ask the rest of the hens that DIDNT cut the que, "ko
nak buah apa, pah? aku pilih yang comel punya untuk ko.."

i could do so many things at that point.

one: say, "eh cik kak, buta ka apa?"
two: say, "tak reti beratur ke??"
three: say, "WOI! PUNDEK BETUL! BERATUR LAH!"
four: cut thier "que" and buat pekak.
five: snatch thier fruits right out of thier hands, give it a good throw, and proceed to waiting, pretending nothing happened.
six: snatch thier fruits right out of thier hands, give it a good
throw, making sure it hit someone in the head. and when that
unfortunate head turns to my direction, i point to the hens.

i perservered. for i, am no hen. so what did i do?

i bite my tounge. and let it slide.

ten minutes later, im upstairs enjoying my lunch, the hen episode
forgotten. later on, i feast on my fruits, and my my, arent they much
sweeter today.

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