Whole Tummy Fire

Unlucky Number Three

Had dinner at Restaurant 83 the other day. Ordered wat tan hor from one of the stalls. Told the blur-looking Burmese my order and he gave me a number. A big #3. I went back to the table. After like twenty minutes, I saw a Burmese waiter walking around with a plate of noodles. I flashed him my number, he looked at me, I looked at him and he walked away. "Damn, my order is not ready yet", I thought. Waited for another fifteen minutes. SK had finished her pork noodles. I walked over to the stall and see a plate of wat tan hor there. I ask the fella if it's mine. He told me #3. Told him to bring it to my table. I gave the waiter MYR10. I took one bite and found it cold. As cold as our FLOM on her hubby's bed. I took it back and told them to reheat it for me. I waited for another ten minutes. Did the idiot understand me?! Furious, I walked back to the stall. Guess what, my wat tan hor was sitting there after being reheated. Shook my head in disbelief and took it back to the table myself. And you know what? The noodles were horrible. Tasteless to me. Or maybe because I was spewing fire from my belly! Mum asked me whether I had paid. I ranted that I was not gonna pay for that crappy plate of noodles. Then it hit me. I had already paid and the stupid waiter did not return me my change!!! Stomped to the stall again. SK helped me settle the matter. In conclusion, it was the worst plate of wat tan hor I had ever ate. Banned!