Just A Spoonful Of Sorry

The weather in this country lately have been very erratic, much like Amanda Byne's new behaviour (read: craycray).

One day it is torrential rain and the other, hotter than the pits of hell (any religion's version but preferably the Chinese's 18th level of damnation).

Yesterday was damnation day. That, and couple with a considerable amount of haze in the air was enough to drive me crazy and my only salvation would be a huge cup of ice cold salted caramel gelato.

So after I had my own time of solitary reading (cause I'm a loner that's why) at Starbucks (ice shaken green tea please), I made my way to the nearest gelato shop at Lido to satisfy my craving for ice cold gelato.

But this being Singapore, even a small gelato shop has got a queue in front of it and like any good citizen, I went in line.

You know how some people are magnets for douchebags? Well, I am a magnet for stupid people. Not intellectually challenged stupidity, but lack of goodness kind of stupidity. And goodness in every sense that there is.

In front of me was this lady in her forties, with two children, a boy and a girl, both not more than 10 years old. She was trying the different flavours of the gelato, one spoonful for her, two spoonfuls for her kids.

I didn't mind because I had all the time in the world to wait and I believe that if you're going to have a cup of gelato goodness, you might as well be having a flavour that you would enjoy.

But byt he third flavour testing, my "stupidity radar" started blinking.

"Can I try the pistachio flavor?" she asked.

A spoonful of pistachio gelato.

"Can I have two more, my kids also want to taste and then decide," she requested, the third time now.

Two spoonfuls of pistachio gelato.

Total spoon check: 9.

This fuckery was followed by:

1) Salted Caramel
2) Dark Chocolate.
3) Strawberry Sorbet
4) Cookies And Cream
5) Bailey's Cream
6) Cappuccino
7) Chocolate And Mint
8) Lemon Sunrise

If you passed your Math, you would know that over a hundred disposable spoons have been given out; for one customer.

By this time the poor boy manning the parlour was so pissed he was practically scowling openly to the retarded lady. Behind me, a small queue of over seven people have been formed.

But the biggest fuckery came when the lady flatly said, "It's okay. Maybe next time."

I wanted to kick her so bad not because she just wasted the boy's time when she clearly has got no intention of buying any gelato whatsoever but the fact that there was zero sense of graciousness. Not a single sorry was given.

She walked away and I came to the counter, gave a huge smile and said, "Two large cups of gelato please."

It was worth the tummy ache.