So, you're sitting at the Mamak. Maybe alone, maybe with friends, or maybe, with people you do not recognise nor want to. And everyone was busy. One good thing about Mamak is that your order either comes out very fast or, very late and nothing in between. If it does, it could be a wrong order which no one wants to admit. Nevertheless, the food is out.
As you're about to eat, then suddenly, your drink of choice appeared. Not with a flash nor some dancing glittering stars but it was as if someone just smacked the glass on to the table. If you're used to Mamak etiquette, that smack was never done intentionally, nor was there any hint of malice. The Guy was rushing all over the place and therefore, it was unfortunate that the time was too short for the stoic table to absorb the enthusiastic energy and thus, responded with a generous audio feedback. But we're getting there, my friends.
To the Mamak, it was a task completed. To the Customer, it was a drink served. To the asshole who has never been to a Mamak, it was a trigger point for someone perceived as rude since they did not roll out the red carpet when the Customer walked it. But that is another story since I hate to type after coming out from the Hospital with broken fingers and bruises. So, that 'twackdd' sound you heard was a rude jolt from your foodgasmic Fantasy. It is a signal for you to examine the following events of that sound:
1. Was it the correct drink?
2. Was it yours?
3. Was there more than 10% spillage?
4. Did that create a nice Rorschach Image?
Once you have observed the situation to be under control, you continue with whatever you're doing earlier, which is eating. But then, your eye noticed a spillage on the table. Its long line has started forming, moving across the table an din this instance, it is usually towards you. Without missing a beat, you used your finger, dipped into the puddle and dragged to further extend the line to the edge of the table. And the flow would start moving, dripping off to the floor. This method only works as long as you did not draw the line to your pants.
You can reach out for their wet towel (it stinks, its oily, and the Mamak would grab it before you) but the main question is, do you have time before it creates its own path to your pants?
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| So, I just used my finger... |
