*long post, you've been warned*

After work just now, myself and GF decided to cook up some dinner. So we went to Batu Lanchang wet market to get some vegetable and meat. Then while we were there, my GF suggested that we go to Tesco to get their roasted chicken, which is pretty cheap at RM5.99/chicken. So, went to Tesco, parked and proceeded into the hypermarket.
When we reached the roasted chicken counter, there was this huge crowd waiting for the roasted chicken to be ready. ETA : 3 minutes. So, me and my GF joined the crowd and waited. When the chicken came off the oven, there was this commotion with ppl reaching their hands out, hoping that they will get the chicken. The smart-ass behind the counter kept shouting, “Tolong beratur ye… tolong buat satu barisan ye…”, but the reply that he got was, “Bagi 2 ekor ayam no…. tak payah potong” or “Bang, ayam sekor, potong haluih no…” or “Mana ada line..???”. Since nobody is going to queue, so the smart-ass decided to just pack the chicken and blindly put it out in the air, hoping not to see the persons who would grab it. He did that for the rest of the tray, blindly giving out, randomly at random places. Thus the competition “Who will get the Chicken?” started - who reached out the fastest when the chicken was handed out wins and gets to pay for the chicken. There were some encouraging comments exchange during the competitions. Some were :
“Leh mak eh… ti si ka eh than…!! (translation : Slow and steady… you will get yours…!!)” - some gold hair guy
“Wahlau eh…. aneh ceh lang… mai tan liao la…(translation : wahlau eh…. be more fast in this… sure can get…) - an auntie waiting infront of me

We have anticipated that we won't get the chicken the first round, so we waited somemore for the 2nd batch of roasted to be ready. ETA? 10 minutes. So there we were, waiting. The crowd this time was much lesser. So we waited for another 10 minutes. Some other friendly customers tried to chat up the smart-ass chicken guy, asking how much is the chicken and stuffs like that. The smart-ass chicken guy continued doing his work, couldn't care-less of what the customers were saying to him.

ETA : 1 minute - the chicken guy is still labelling his roasted chicken bags, not noticing that the price was not correct.

ETA : 0 minutes - the chicken guy is still labelling his bags & still not noticing that the price tag is still not correct. Then there were compliments heard from the crowd :
”Dik…. ayam hangus dah…. “ (translation : wow… he's doing his job so confidently)
”Ai tan jok ku kok??“ (translation : the chicken is nice??)

Then, the chicken guy starts to notice that the crowd kept cheering at him, and proceed to remove the roasted chickens from the oven. He still have the nerve to stop and said to the crowd, ”Tolong beratur ye… buat satu barisan“. My GF was already fuming, half-shouted back to the chicken guy, ”Cepat la… kalau nak kami buat barisan, buatla tanda…. Mangkuk!“. OK, I added the ”mangkuk“ part myself.

After that, the chicken guy proceeded to pack the chicken, still unaware that the price tag is still not correct. He handed out the chicken, but there's one auntie shouted out, ”Harga bukan RM5.99 ar? Ini tulis RM7.99???“ The chicken guy face suddenly change, like chicken with constipation problem, and blurted out something like, ”Aiyah…. harga tak update kat machine tu lagi!!“. Now is my turn to shout : ”Update harga kena habih lagi setengah jam la tuh!!!“. Then there's an auntie in front of me shouted, ”Tak payah print la…. pakai pen tulis cukup la…!!! lapar nih…!!“. The chicken guy, still looked like chicken with constipation problem, still continue to hack/print/mess/f**k the label printer, and finally, after like 10 minutes battling with the machine, the correct price tag is printed out.

Then while the label thingy had been sorted out, there's this smart-ass supervisor came over and instructed us to line up. Then my GF, already fuming by then, shouted, ”Nak orang beratur, buat la macam bank…. letak penghalang ke ape ke…orang mana tau nak baris??”. The smart-ass supervisor just walk away like that, red-faced. Then it was our turn for the roasted chicken. No apology whatsoever from the chicken guy for being so absu-f**king-lutely slow.

This is just half of the story…. another half will come soon….

ok… i made up all the translations…. :) but if you were there waiting, then you will know what's it like being in a place that we thought it's so civilised can be so un-civilsed. sigh

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