Scenario : You go to the mall and you see this beautiful pair of shoes on display. Problem is, the ones on display are not in your size. So, you search around for the promoters and when you've finally tracked one down, you proceeded to ask him/her ever - so - nicely if they happen to have these shoes in your size. And then - surprise, surprise - instead of smiling and agreeing to look around, he/she gives you a can't-you-see-i'm-talking-to-my-friend-here-you-moron look. At the end of the day, either you stomp out of the shop without your shoes or you get your shoes but vow, as long as you shall ever live, you nor your descendants are ever going to step one toe into that shop. The end.
..Unfortunately for us here at MC, Petaling Jaya, we can't stomp out and vow to never return. You see, here, our launderette is full of people whom, lets just say, I won't nominate as employees of the month.
You go there every week to send your laundry. You see no one manning the counter so you press the teeny tiny silver bell on the counter. You wait for five minutes, still no one. You press the bell again. Then someone rushes out from the back room, cursing a mile a minute at you for pressing the bell more than once. It seems there's an unspoken/unwritten rule where you can only press the bell once.
You give them your laundry bag, and they practically hurl it across the room to where you see other unfortunate bags of other unfortunate residents sit.
After four days, you return to the hellish place they call the launderette to retrieve your laundry. You give them your card, they look at you, unsympathetically, and go, "Hari Jumaat punye, tak siap lagi," ("Friday's loads are not done yet.") No apologies. It was delivered like the time the PM delivers the budget.
And the one time you see the counter manned, it is manned by idiots. You give one of the idiots your laundry card and wait for him to return with your bag. And for those painful five minutes, you have to endure the other idiots efforts to flirt with you.
Sad part is, I have three more years to go.
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It seems that you got a monopoly launderette there. Too bad there is no competition for that shop would have gone bankrupt "a thousand years ago" if they had a rival.
BTW, why don't you do your own laundry?
~multum in parvo~
I DO do my own laundry at times. Prob is, it rains almost everyday, so kinda hard for the clothes to dry off....
Heh. Malaysians are courteous. So not.
If i were you id bloody well lose my temper in their bloody Malaysian faces! Bhai style*!
*lots of fist banging and a generous helping of curses (usually in the native language of the receiver)
But thats just me... =P
But seriously why put up with it? Shout and Scream! Have a 'Bitch-Fit'!
Oh some have put up a "bitch fit" but to no avail. They are like mules...I'm referring to the employees, of course.