Last night I took my best friend out for a birthday meal. She voted for Japanese food, so we went to one of our favourite places. They have a noodle dish there that I get nine times out of ten when we go because it is seriously good, and I like to show off my artful chopstick technique.
Anyways, last night (and this morning for that matter) I had a rather painful mouth ulcer. No biggie, but irritating. The dish I wanted is always sprinkled with a very liberal handful of chopped chilli, which is normally fine, but last night I wasn't sure my mouth could take it.
Our waitress comes over with a face like a slapped arse, which was surprising because it was only 6.30 and the place was pretty quiet. Too early for her to have become very stressed one would have thought. I told her what dish I wanted, and smiling very sweetly, asked for there to be no chilli on top. She replied in a rather sarky fashion:
'Why eat Japanese food if you're scared of a bit of chilli?'
What crawled up her ass?
Anyways, last night (and this morning for that matter) I had a rather painful mouth ulcer. No biggie, but irritating. The dish I wanted is always sprinkled with a very liberal handful of chopped chilli, which is normally fine, but last night I wasn't sure my mouth could take it.
Our waitress comes over with a face like a slapped arse, which was surprising because it was only 6.30 and the place was pretty quiet. Too early for her to have become very stressed one would have thought. I told her what dish I wanted, and smiling very sweetly, asked for there to be no chilli on top. She replied in a rather sarky fashion:
'Why eat Japanese food if you're scared of a bit of chilli?'
What crawled up her ass?
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