PINK and I stopped by The Great Mall in Milpitas after work yesterday. I know it was Thursday evening, but I couldn’t help but notice how thin the foot traffic was. Man, I was suprised that more of the smaller stores hadn’t closed shop. Anyways, PINK found a dress in record time. That’s a good thing because it usually takes her a while. I guess that means that the man up above is still lookin’ out for me, the stars remain aligned and the collective equilibrium of the universe is still in balance. Huh?!
Anyways, we grabbed a bite at Jollibee’s before we left. I love the chicken, but I absolutely hate their service. I don’t know what their policy on white meat chicken is, but they NEVER have that cooked and they ALWAYS say that it will take 10 minutes to make. WTF!? I can understand if this is a one time thing, but I’ve gone to separate Jollibee’s in different cities and the same shit always happens. THEY NEVER HAVE WHITE MEAT COOKED. Who comes to a fast food spot to wait for food to be cooked? And why is Dark Meat always available? Ridiculous. My thoughts are that the cost of white meat is more than the dark meat, so they try and push out the dark meat as much as they can. Stupid, I know, but I’m uninformed and the story is always the same no matter where I go so that’s my conclusion. But that’s not what made me go bananas yesterday.
Here’s what happened:
I finally get to make my order and ask for a 2-Piece with rice. The cashier starts to put my order together and notices they don’t have any thigh pieces (the combo comes with a leg and thigh). He then asks me if he can just give me another leg and that the thigh piece would take 7 minutes to cook. It would’ve been all good if the leg was the size of the turkey leg you can get at Disneyland, but hell no, the piece he was offering was smaller than the leg he already included.So after I get over my disbelief I simply ask:
“So you wanna give me a smaller piece?”Cashier replies:
“Yes.”I swear to god the whole damn shop must have gotten dark, everyone instantly froze and spotlights focused on just me and him once he said that. I may as well have been crawling up and down the walls like the inverted stair climb from the Exorcist because he must have seen evil in me. I just stared at him and could faintly hear the ticking as seconds passed by before he corrected himself.
He then says:
“I’m sorry Sir, I can bring you your chicken when it is done.”
Damn, what’s a homie to do to just get some chicken? Happy Friday.
Later,
GREEDY
Newborn Apple™
