Kopi's Last Toast
In their voyage around the Vichian ricorso (or cycle) of employment existence - inability, in-training, incompetency, boredom, incivility, consultancy - the new wave of temporary staff at Wang's Kaya Toastery and Kopi-Sock Emporium at HFC have hopefully progressed to a level (2 going on 3) where E@L feels it is safe to venture to the POS machine and risk ordering his afternoon caffeine and sugar-based comestibles. These newbies haven't experienced E@L's strange accent and donít crumble into babbling incoherence themselves at threat of his looming, or plead surreal excuses not to supply his order. At least not yet.
E@L: Kopi, please. Take away.
[Sales Assistant nods her head.]
E@L: And kaya butter toast please.
Sales Assistant (hesitating): Orso take away?
[E@L nods his head.]
Sales Assistant: Both take away, can. [To sock-barista] Kopi bau!
[E@L shakes his head.]
Can anyone think of a situation where E@L (or anyone) would be prepared to take away the almost instantly ready coffee but still wait five minutes for the slowly toasted kaya sandwich and eat it there?
WTF is it with E@L and the ordering of coffee?
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
um, because the coffee was for a friend?
Kopi AND kaya toast - they're a team!! Laurel & Hardy, Hollywood & Vine, Marx & Engels, Hope & Crosby, Tacos & Tequila, Milli & Vanilli, Mercer & Smoot; you know - the eternals!
The thought that someone would have kopi by itself, nor crunch their kaya toast un-kopied sends a shudder though the HDB heartlands!
YOU SHUOLD HAVE LEARNT BY NOW! NONE OF THAT FOREIGN MUK!!!!!!