The Passion Of Fruits

Was hanging out at Tampines when I decided to get some drinks with my friend. When I was at the counter and saw the staff, I was quite taken aback. The poor staff (Auntie A) was sweating quite a bit with her short sleeves folded up. And with her weary eyes, she looked like she just finished a marathon.

Auntie A: Yes?? How can I help you??

(Help me?? With all your sweat dripping, seems like you need a drink more than I do.)

My reply: One passion fruit.

Auntie A: What kind??

(What do you mean what kind??)

My reply: ...huh??

Aunite A: What kind you want??

(Ya thanks, that reply of your really helps me...and by then I was really scanning for an answer so I just shoot.)

My reply: ...erm...Liquid??

Auntie A: HUH??

(oops shit...Wrong answer~! And I was really desperate for something to reply back, then it hit me.)

My reply: Ice blended~! Ya...ice blended (phew...)

By then I noticed staff Auntie B was giving me a funny look. Then I remembered around two months back Auntie B was serving me and asking me the same questions and I replied the same way. Talk about déjà vu. I was so embarrassed and humiliated the first time I swore never to go there again. But tonight I did....

I can understand how they feel, serving the same drinks over and over again. But not everyone drinks bubble tea all the time. But I assume once in a while they will encounter an idiot (like me...) to entertain them.

And I swear never to go there again. For real.