Update : 10th March 2010
The Indon maid from hell went home to set up a Dangdut lounge(just kidding).In her place is a little old bespectacled lady that wears oversized mens shirts.
Aaahhh finally,I thought I was gonna enjoy myself in a quiet New Lane until I heard the old fiesty short skinny old lady yell back at the satay owner at the top of her lungs.
Three things,either this satay woman gets excited by women's shrill vocals.Or she's really nuts.Or she's destined to get bullied by her workers.
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This coffeeshop is a pain in the neck.When you sit here and order some tongsui you are expected to order at least TWO drinks from the shop or they will impose charges.
But then,I can't say whether that is just as bad as the filthy coffeeshop down the road where the majority of the street hawkers ply their trade.That one will charge you for using the toilet.It's been years since I stepped in there.
Enough of that,let's get back to the main subject.
Don't get me wrong.I'm not saying that the satay sold at the stall located right at the corner of this coffeeshop is borhochiak.What I want you to know is that the menopausal Indon stall helper here is probably the only person on the island that can turn the tables on abusive employers.This live show repeats itself every night.It's the unappetizing sight of two crazy middle aged chicks that makes me label it such.
Sit near the side entrance and you can watch how abusive she gets.Her vocabulary ranges from "Gila" to the unmentionable and accompanying facial expression is so terribly disturbing to people not used to seeing such drama unfold right in the street before their eyes.The funny thing is her employer must be one nut loose too because she apparently enjoys being scolded every now and then by this errant staff of hers.All that verbal lingo and hostile body language is rewarded with a broad and affectionate smile from her.I've never seen her cringe nor look embarrassed even once.Never.
These two (lesbian lovebirds?)will start squabbling with each other through the hail of embers all the way across to the shop hawking pirated house CD's and perhaps even as far as the corner of the car park area.The maid from hell then pours out her woes nightly to another of the same nationality,while raising her hands in a manner that tells all and sundry that her ma'am is a lunatic.
Now what did the employer do to deserve this?I haven't a clue who is in the wrong though.It's too harebrained an exchange to want to investigate.
Most times the one who claims the Rasa Sayang Eh song belongs to them,will be walking around in circles up and down the street with her socks tucked into her boots as she holds the plate of satay.When she returns with the same plate of undelivered satay,that's when you can switch your antenna their way.Cos she'll be fuming that she can't locate the customer and the employer will insist that the existent or invisible customer is right there.
I really,really don't know which is which.They're both nuts.
The Indon maid from hell went home to set up a Dangdut lounge(just kidding).In her place is a little old bespectacled lady that wears oversized mens shirts.
Aaahhh finally,I thought I was gonna enjoy myself in a quiet New Lane until I heard the old fiesty short skinny old lady yell back at the satay owner at the top of her lungs.
Three things,either this satay woman gets excited by women's shrill vocals.Or she's really nuts.Or she's destined to get bullied by her workers.
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This coffeeshop is a pain in the neck.When you sit here and order some tongsui you are expected to order at least TWO drinks from the shop or they will impose charges.
But then,I can't say whether that is just as bad as the filthy coffeeshop down the road where the majority of the street hawkers ply their trade.That one will charge you for using the toilet.It's been years since I stepped in there.
Enough of that,let's get back to the main subject.
Don't get me wrong.I'm not saying that the satay sold at the stall located right at the corner of this coffeeshop is borhochiak.What I want you to know is that the menopausal Indon stall helper here is probably the only person on the island that can turn the tables on abusive employers.This live show repeats itself every night.It's the unappetizing sight of two crazy middle aged chicks that makes me label it such.
Sit near the side entrance and you can watch how abusive she gets.Her vocabulary ranges from "Gila" to the unmentionable and accompanying facial expression is so terribly disturbing to people not used to seeing such drama unfold right in the street before their eyes.The funny thing is her employer must be one nut loose too because she apparently enjoys being scolded every now and then by this errant staff of hers.All that verbal lingo and hostile body language is rewarded with a broad and affectionate smile from her.I've never seen her cringe nor look embarrassed even once.Never.
These two (lesbian lovebirds?)will start squabbling with each other through the hail of embers all the way across to the shop hawking pirated house CD's and perhaps even as far as the corner of the car park area.The maid from hell then pours out her woes nightly to another of the same nationality,while raising her hands in a manner that tells all and sundry that her ma'am is a lunatic.
Now what did the employer do to deserve this?I haven't a clue who is in the wrong though.It's too harebrained an exchange to want to investigate.
Most times the one who claims the Rasa Sayang Eh song belongs to them,will be walking around in circles up and down the street with her socks tucked into her boots as she holds the plate of satay.When she returns with the same plate of undelivered satay,that's when you can switch your antenna their way.Cos she'll be fuming that she can't locate the customer and the employer will insist that the existent or invisible customer is right there.
I really,really don't know which is which.They're both nuts.
