Poop

This is my first post. so lets start with a bang shall we?

Yesterday, the most atrocious of all atrocities happened!

SOME KID BLOODY POOPED ON BRANDY THE ROCKING HORSE. THE ROCKING HORSE THAT COSTS 660 WHOPPING DOLLARS. YES, YOU READ RIGHT; P-O-O-P, also commonly known as SHIT.

here's a picture:


this is a very not-to-scale picture, brandy is quite big and can take up to 70kg in weight. ive been on it and im 165cm (no im not going to tell you my weight but its well below 70kg!). my legs wont reach the floor when im on it; their slightly above ground. yes, it is quite big.

so i had to clean it up, pissed and utterly disgusted (at the behaviour not the poop) as i was, but that's okay you know. what the problem was that the smell WOULD NOT go away!! now who's going to pay $660 for a beautiful rocking horse whose seat smells like poop?! I left a piece of tissue with dettol on top of the poop-ed on spot last night and i hope the smell has gone away by now. which reminds me i should call to ask.

Not only that, the same kid who shit on Brandy shit on one of our plastic chairs as well. I thought it was the baby of the 3 annoying chinese girls who came in with their maid (oh the poor dear) but after ive thought about it. I think its the even more annoying japanese kid!

yea! She had a go on Brandy. Come to think of it when the 3 annoying chinese girls came i already heard complains about Brandy smelling like bangsai*.

You know what else that little yakitori bugger did? She sat down on the pink plastic chair; yes the one that coincidentally had poop on it as well, and started reading a book.

HELLO!

THIS IS NOT A BLOODY LIBRARY!

and i say its not a bloody library because in a library, you dont have to pay to read a book. Here, you please bloody buy the book if you want to read it.

second, in a library, nobody could give 2 shits if you creased the cover. coz its free anyway. Here we have to sell the book. who's going to pay for a book with a creased cover unless we offer some sort of discount?

NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU BLOODY POOPED ON OUR $660 ROCKING HORSE.

About the 3 annoying girls, GOD they were SO annoying. and did i mention they were annoying? they were screaming (yea even the littlest one) and kept letting go of their balloons (which i had felt reluctant to see them have it) so their maid could get it from the ceiling. i even scolded one of them. tsk, i feel so sorry for the maid. i could see she was frustrated. poor dear :(. you know what else happened? the parents came into the store and acted like the kids werent theirs. ie: the maid was the one doing the disciplining. but in singapore we all know what its like, the parents leave the kids under the care of the maid but as soon as the maid scolds the kid the mom will be on her like a lion.

DUDE, THEN FUCKING DISCIPLINE YOUR OWN FUCKING KID.

also the parents left the store while the kids were still in there too. they only left after a while when one of the girls wanted to look for her parents.

speaking of maids, i sure hope the mother and daughter that came into the store earlier in the afternoon didnt have one.

This girl was the BRATTIEST of the lot! here's the story:

it was still pretty early in the day and there was no one in the store. suddenly this lady walks up to our entrance and starts untying our bunch of balloons herself. EXCUSE ME, IT'S BASIC COURTESY TO ASK! there isnt a "self-service" sign at the front. my colleague and i glanced at each other and i walked towards the lady, put on a smile and volunteered to help her get the colour she wanted.

then the mother and daughter came into the store. following that, all the mother did was talk on the phone while the kid pretty much "owned" the store. she took stuff from the shelf. and by looking at her i could tell she wasnt the kind to put things back where she took them from. so i told her, in a nice way, to please put the stuff back from wherever she took them.

now some of you might argue and say it is my job to put the stuff back. but let me tell you that at that moment, i told her that to teach her the right thing, not because i was lazy. when they left the store, nothing was put back anyway so, whatever.

We have a playring in the store for younger children. and we had some plastic stars in there. the kind that goes into a shape sorter. o0o lets call the girl Bratgirl; BG for short. BG wanted to buy the 2 stars that we had and she started whining to her mom. obviously the stars were not for sale. they're in the fucking playring and did not have a pricetag on it. but noooooooooo BG kept whining and whining and i had to intervene and say: "sorry honey i cant sell those to you they're not for sale." well, she apparently did not believe me coz as her mom walked her out of the store, she was still whining: "mommyyy i waaaaaaaaaaaaant."

My colleague and i wanted to slap her. before she walked out, her mom had to wipe her feet for her and ("mommmy you wear for me you wear for meeee") put her shoes on for her.

What a day! The only plus point was that some lady came in a bought $685 worth of stuff. she was stocking up for christmas, see.

Till then!


*bangsai is actually a verb; meaning shitting, in hokkien but people commonly use it as a noun.