Toasted Over Toast

Preparing breakfast, swiped from khairilfz on Flickr.

Picked up SK from the hospital after church and had a Korean lunch nearby. Quite lousy discharge procedures. With just three patients checking out that day, they moved like it was thirty patients. So much for their new management. Entered their "Choose My Hospital of Choice Contest" and hopefully we would get something put of the whole ordeal! Immediately after getting out of her hospital clothes, SK wanted to do some shopping!Tangs @ The Pavillion was moving out so they were having a big clearance of up to 80%. And SK had a birthday voucher that she needed to collect. Out we went to Bukit Bintang to see if there were any bargains to found. For the first time ever, available parking at The Pavillion was zero. Zilch. Went down to B3 and back up to B2 to park at some illegal spot. The number of people with Tangs carrier bags proved that it would be promising. We joined the fray. I didn't buy anything from the men's department but I did get an eye-full of gay lous. A short-sleeved shirt from Studio Tangs came with a price tag of $400 and after discount it was $80. It still did not quite compute for me. I wasn't in dire need of any more clothes anyway. On the other hand, mum and SK had better luck at the women's department. However, it was a bitch lining up for the dressing room and cashier. After that, we went to Parkson for a breezier type of shopping.

By the time we were done, it was already evening, so we decided to have an early dinner at Food Republic. Been hankering for Toastbox so I lined up though there were twenty people in front of me (business was so brisk that they used paper cups on saucers) while SK went to buy the soup-rice set and some tid-bits from New Shanghai. When it was my turn:

Moi: Roti Kahwin set. Kopi-o. Teh-c panas.

Psycho Cashier: Itu saja? $14.70.

Moi: Ahhh... itu toast saya tak mahu butter ah...

(Psycho Cashier goes off to the toast counter to tell his colleague and some harmless horsing around suddenly turned into a full-fledged fist-fight!)

Moi: .............

Shocking! They practically crashed to the other end of the counter to where the customers were sitting. I could see people jumping out of the way. And Psycho Cashier turned up the heat by picking up a cleaver! The tea guy held on to his hand! By that time, the food court supervisor and mall security had arrived. Pscho Cashier pushed the tea guy away and went back to work like nothing happened. He even told the customers that the toast guy was a coward. Yikes. What took the cake was an airhead Chinese girl behind me:

"Oi! Teh-c ais saya! Belakang sana! Cepat sikit la. bagi saya!"

I was ready to flee in case Psycho Cashier decided to whack her to a pulp with the cash register. In the end, plains-clothes security escorted both employees away. Some ang moh even complained that his pregnant wife was 'disturbed' by the incident. Such an eventful dinner. In the end, I got my toast without butter (and luckily with no blood). :).