20261028 Communicating with the Mis-Communicated

 The Regular

 When I like a certain place, I would always go there. Still, at the back of my mind, I have to remind myself not to frequent that place too much. The people there would start to know me and stuff. In the end, they would not welcome with with open arms but just greets me with a nod or something like that. This is where, you graduated from being the 'usual' guy to the VIP or The Regular.

 

The Problem with being the Regular

 I have seen it and I believe, most of you have too. When you go to a place and suddenly, The Regular walks in, some of the Staff would sharply take notice and look at the Guy as if he is the one who saved their lives. "The usual, Sir?" or "[ order] coming right up!" would be heard while the Guy goes to their Usual Seat. As for the rest, they would either wonder what the heck had just happened or wished that They were The Regular.

 As for me, I hate that. Not because I already moving towards accepting my introvertness but I could foresee some untoward things that could happen. And this usually ends up affecting me financially. 

 

I said, Dua biji Telur setengah masak! (Two half-boiled eggs)

 Since it was around ten past ten, I decided to have a nice brunch to stave off the cold from (sitting) in the office. I were to go on, my body's temperature would have matched that of the office. Its either that or I become a walking popsicle.

 So, I walked to the Mamak using the Cloak of Invisibility since I do not have the orange crate with me. And the Mamak greeted me as if I was one of his long lost, um... someone who brought in loads of cash. After placing my order of a hot pulled coffee (Kopi Tarik) and two, I mean TWO half-boiled eggs, I sat down. And after some minutes, they came.

 Except it was a late of Roti Telur (Roti Canai with egg inside). Since he already made it, there is no point in cancelling, I ate as fast as I could like a man eating as fast as he could without tell others that he ate as fast as he could. And then, 9 minutes later, as I was paying, I was surprised at the total bill. Apparently, he did make the half-boiled eggs and slid them to my left which I was unaware of, while eating (as fast as I could on) the Roti Telur. How it happened is, I guessed he ASSUMED I wanted the Roti Telur since it was my 'usual order' yesterday and the week before. This is why I hate this kind of thing but since I ate it, I haz to pay it...

  

The sad part was, while waiting for the half-boiled eggs, I grabbed two curry puffs and by this time, I was famished. 

 

Fucker did a Ninja on me and now, I have to eat the damn eggs as well.

 

Not sure what happened to the egg boiler or, perhaps he did not bring it to the full boil but as you can see, it is about 10% cooked. I was already in a rush, so stupid being stupid, I gulped the slimy concoction (sans eyes), paid and rushed off. Funny, thing was, it did not taste metallic, something I was dreading apart from food poisoning.