Once, I had dinner at a food centre. Being dinner time, it was very crowded and it was common to share tables. I shared my table with a man who was eating mutton soup like me.
Just when I was chewing my food, I had a huge urge to cough and clear my throat. Because there was food in my mouth, I force my mouth shut and tried to restrain my cough. I should have known, my cough was a dragon which was trying to be unleashed from the dungeons. It exploded.
Bits of food flew and landed in the man's hair and soup and god knows where. Like in a Stephen Chow's comedy - it all happened in slow motion. Add in ridiculous sound effects, and it would have been hilarious.
It's an understatement to say I was mortified. It took the man 3 seconds to react. His face contorted into anger and flicked the specks of rice that landed on his hair with utmost disgust. If he was a girl, he would be screaming his head off. I was stunned.
Thank goodness the Boyfriend was with me. The chivalrous knight in shining armour. My Prince Charming on a gleaming white horse. While he looked at me in amazement, he immediately apologised profusely and ordered a new set of mutton soup for the man.
I tried to be invisible. My boo had to drag me away from the table.
And now, he makes sure I never forget this by reminding every now and then. Oh, I have such a miserable life.
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