hangin satu badan

early morning, i was among the first few customers at a nearby supermarket.
i needed to buy a fruit basket.
so i chose the fruits, i chose the smallest basket i can get, and everything was easy-peasy until i had to pay at the cashier counter.
this the local supermarket that i always frequent. so im sure that my face is familiar to them and vice-versa.
so this one lady with the most sour face scanned my fruits and she started to become sour'er' when she couldnt find the barcode for the basket.
okay fine.
i wasnt in a hurry or anything. i just stood there like i always i do.
but when she started to throw tantrum at d workers who manned d fruits section, i thought,

"hey, i dont have to put up with this shit, man..."

i knew she wasnt angry at me but does she have to show me her tantrum?
it's such a simple job; juz find the barcode or juz key in the price la..
no, no, no, she refused to think that way or maybe her brain is smaller than us or maybe she's got PMS, i dont know.
(speaking bout PMS, i noticed men got PMS too, esp at work, if not, then why the hell r they so moody all the time?)

so i cannot take it anymore.

i gave it to her. trust me, i dont do that all the time. and i didnt feel good nway.
but seriously, early morning, u have this attitude, do u think it's good? its not good for me, its not good for u, its not good for the company ure working for. and i like this supermarket.

she apologised, 'sori, sori, kak...'

dahla muka awak tu natural masam, bila buat muka masam, masya Allah, buruk le...
(no i didnt say this to her...)
(but my dad would...)