Had a real busy day at work today,200 people in 2 hours and 2 waiters,(and the help from 2 beautiful ladies), but anyways,it was still reaaaal messed up.and the worst part,the 200 people are indian tourists,and trust me when I say Indians are fucking fussy.(beats my family).
They need salt for their soup,and onions for their dhal (LOL),and they demand their naan's to be hot and when you give them the custard,they will look at the fucking thing and ask soo many questions about it.ITS A FUCKING DESSERT,IM NOT TRYING TO POISON YOU!
And if I get into a conversation with them, question no 1 is always,are you Indian?
and for some weird reason,I dont like being called an Indian,I am a Malaysian,tanah tumpah watever bla bla...
But they are also nice times, and some of them are really nice,like this 2 old indian couples, the aunty was so nice and friendly,and uncle asked me to join him to the club,haha.not bad for a 70 year old,not bad at all..:)
there is good and bad, doesnt matter,least im earning my pay the right way...
would upload some pics of the food...and oh my world,the food is fantastic!!
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