Touch Heart??!!! Touch my ASS!
Dim Sum, literally translated to English means “touch heart”. It’s actually an assortment of dumplings, tasty bites and what-not for that perfect Chinese breakfast on a rainy morning. So my wife and I got up early to head over to our usual dim sum place in SS2, PJ. I can’t recall the shop’s name, but it’s before that “hanging big duck signboard”. This place serves decent dim sum, but the service is lousy. We’ve been there a couple of times and always had to “BEG” for our food. The waiters just love skipping our table and usually we get lousy selections in the end.
Today was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. We called one of the waiters for the fried stuff food tray. The effing idiot past our table as usual when I told him we wanted to make our selection. Mr. Idiot went to the NEXT table instead and asked them if they were the ones, who called. Again I told him we wanted to make our selection since the next table did not order. He effing ignored us and went to the other tables. Now if there is one thing everyone should know, a hungry man is an angry man. That was an understatement to my boiling rage. I know their service was bad, but this just took the icing of the cake. Fck that. I’m not gonna be dissed while having breakfast. It’s one of my biggest pantangs!!! I told my wife that we were leaving and to call for the bill.
We drove about 18 shops down to the other dim sum shop down the stretch. We were greeted by smiling ladies. They were from China, based on the Mandarin accent. We got our food served to us the minute we sat down. Drink orders were promptly delivered. The lady was thoughtful enough to keep my prawn chee cheong fun steaming hot for take away later. The place was a bit pricier than the initial shop, but their service was worlds apart. I have no problems paying for my food, but I don’t like having to BEG FOR IT, you effing morons!!!! You have just lost a customer and I will make it a point to put your establishment down.
It really spoilt my morning and here I am fuming whilst typing this. I just can’t stand bad service. Usually I bear with it, but enough is enough. At least I found another shop, which allows me to eat their stuff. Dah lah I’m working till 8.30pm again today. Sobs. On a perfect rainy morning. I should be in bed like everybody else. Can’t get to visit the pasar kutu (flea market) near my wifey’s place too. Looked kinda interesting when I passed by yesterday. Sigh. I feel much much better after letting that off my chest.
