To
the uncle at the 2nd floor coffee shop in the northeast corner of Lucky Plaza: if I say I don't want chilli OR green chilli, it means I don't want any sort of chilli in my noodles. It's not a free license to dump both red chilli paste and cut green chilli all over the bottom of my noodles so that I don't get to see it until I walk all the way back to my office and open up the container to eat my lunch.
GRRRR. I hate it when this happens. Morons.
Turning to funnier things, this QOTD came from hanging out w/ some friends at Que Pasa on Friday night.
Me: Oh you should come stay with me, my parents are away.
Girl #1: Oh cool. Sounds like fun.
Boy #1: Can I stay with you? I'm harmless anyway, I have a low sperm count.