Erm...

What's with service staff nowadays?

I walked into a certain 24-hour supermarket to get some chow. To my delight, the barbecue corner was still open. shuffling over, I pointed to the remaining three chicken wings.

Me: May I have that please? Everything.

Staff: Which one?

Me: That. Um, the chicken wings.

Staff: How many you want?

Me: Everything.

Staff: How many?

Me: Um. Everything? Three. All three.

Staff: Okay.

Me: You mean there's more?

Staff: No, no more already.

Me: Oh. Right. Okay...

I'm sure everyone would agree that that was a harrowing experience? Yes... how exasperating.

Which reminds me of another experience I had at a burger joint at Far East.

Me: Hi, may I have a Mushroom Swiss meal please?

Staff: Okay, what drink?

Me: Sprite, please.

Staff: No problem.

(meal arrives. I realise that my sprite is a suspicious brown hue)

Me: Excuse me, I ordered a Sprite.

(staff scrambles to change the drink)

Me: (trying to be nice) It's okay, I don't mind a Coke.

The best part happens after sitting down at my seat. i open my burger and see... A Turkey Bacon Sandwich.

Haha.