I am born in the year of the Snake. Not a good animal. I am not a person who relies on this entire zodiac mumbo-jumbos but sometimes, I think it make sense, and sometimes it helps me to figure myself out.
I think the great snake in me is the part that I can hold grudge for an awfully long time and length. I have been thinking about a way to put it all to rest, for good. But sadly, I can’t. I can forgive but I cannot forget. I can also put an extra mile’s effort just to make them in trouble. Owh! I’m such a terrible person but I’m actually really fed-up with this Restoran Hafizan, No. 67, Jalan Haji Abdul Aziz, 25000 Kuantan, Pahang Darul Makmur. (Opposite Jelita).
First it was my lunch, plain rice, soup (practically salted water) and Ikan Keli Masak Pedas costs RM4.70. Cutthroat! I boycott the place for more than a month. Then I went there again, this time specifically avoiding the Ikan Keli. Second time, my plain rice, soup (again, salted water), sambal belacan and Ikan Kerisi Goreng Bodoh costs me RM4.50!! Craazy! No veggie! I totally ban the place.
I think the great snake in me is the part that I can hold grudge for an awfully long time and length. I have been thinking about a way to put it all to rest, for good. But sadly, I can’t. I can forgive but I cannot forget. I can also put an extra mile’s effort just to make them in trouble. Owh! I’m such a terrible person but I’m actually really fed-up with this Restoran Hafizan, No. 67, Jalan Haji Abdul Aziz, 25000 Kuantan, Pahang Darul Makmur. (Opposite Jelita).
First it was my lunch, plain rice, soup (practically salted water) and Ikan Keli Masak Pedas costs RM4.70. Cutthroat! I boycott the place for more than a month. Then I went there again, this time specifically avoiding the Ikan Keli. Second time, my plain rice, soup (again, salted water), sambal belacan and Ikan Kerisi Goreng Bodoh costs me RM4.50!! Craazy! No veggie! I totally ban the place.
Last Saturday, I was really late. 10 am from home and I cannot tapau decent breakfast on my way to the office. So, I went to this Hafizan to tapau, half-heartedly. Their food is so pricey, so I’m not surprised that the breakfast is still served. I choose (self service) Nasi Minyak with Ayam Masak Merah. The Acar is already finished, I don’t mind, maybe they can lessen the price (wistful thinking). At the counter:-
Pakcik: Tiga Ringgit (I still think it should be RM2.50 with no Acar, incomplete set!)
Me: (sadly gave him RM50.00, take THREE (3) pieces of tissue and waited for my change)
Pakcik: Tiga setengah!
Me: Kenapa pulak? (Shocked)
Pakcik: Tisu tu, kita sediakan untuk orang makan kat sini, kalau bungkus, lap pakai kain sendiri. Ambil banyak-banyak…. (keep on babbling with a loud voice but I cannot concentrate)
Me: (Controlling my anger, slowly takes the tissue out, peel one and put back inside my plastic, put another two tissues on the counter. I want to scream at him but I said nicely with a smiling face) Kalau macam ni-lah, pakcik… saya memang tak datang sini dah lain kali.
Pakcik: (Jerkah) Hei, kalau sekarang ni tak nak makan pun tak apa! Ni Pakcik tau nih! Pakcik!! (I don’t know what that supposed to mean. It's like, hei, ini Jebat lah, Jebat)
Me: (I had enough of him and his PMS, shoved the food to him, raised my voice) Bagi balik duit saya. Dah-lah tak ada Acar, saya tak kesah pun. Patutnya nasi saya murah sikit.
Pakcik: (Said nothing, growled at me and gave me RM47.00)
Me: (Took the money and food with trembling hand. I should have insist on my money and cancel my order altogether but I’m trying to control my anger and not make a scene, so I left).
It is absolutely horrible. I have never been so mad. I don't want to be rude to him because he's an old Malay man. This even beat the last time with Lim in Maybank. So, today I found my-hard-to-forgive-snake-self lodging a formal report at Kementerian Perdagangan Dalam Negeri Dan Hal Ehwal Pengguna, Tingkat 4, Wisma Persekutuan, Jalan Gambut, 25000 Kuantan, Pahang Darul Makmur.
Pakcik: Tiga Ringgit (I still think it should be RM2.50 with no Acar, incomplete set!)
Me: (sadly gave him RM50.00, take THREE (3) pieces of tissue and waited for my change)
Pakcik: Tiga setengah!
Me: Kenapa pulak? (Shocked)
Pakcik: Tisu tu, kita sediakan untuk orang makan kat sini, kalau bungkus, lap pakai kain sendiri. Ambil banyak-banyak…. (keep on babbling with a loud voice but I cannot concentrate)
Me: (Controlling my anger, slowly takes the tissue out, peel one and put back inside my plastic, put another two tissues on the counter. I want to scream at him but I said nicely with a smiling face) Kalau macam ni-lah, pakcik… saya memang tak datang sini dah lain kali.
Pakcik: (Jerkah) Hei, kalau sekarang ni tak nak makan pun tak apa! Ni Pakcik tau nih! Pakcik!! (I don’t know what that supposed to mean. It's like, hei, ini Jebat lah, Jebat)
Me: (I had enough of him and his PMS, shoved the food to him, raised my voice) Bagi balik duit saya. Dah-lah tak ada Acar, saya tak kesah pun. Patutnya nasi saya murah sikit.
Pakcik: (Said nothing, growled at me and gave me RM47.00)
Me: (Took the money and food with trembling hand. I should have insist on my money and cancel my order altogether but I’m trying to control my anger and not make a scene, so I left).
It is absolutely horrible. I have never been so mad. I don't want to be rude to him because he's an old Malay man. This even beat the last time with Lim in Maybank. So, today I found my-hard-to-forgive-snake-self lodging a formal report at Kementerian Perdagangan Dalam Negeri Dan Hal Ehwal Pengguna, Tingkat 4, Wisma Persekutuan, Jalan Gambut, 25000 Kuantan, Pahang Darul Makmur.
I know he can deny it once the Officer comes (and check whether he charge for his tissue without putting a proper sign) but I just want him to remember me. He'll definately know it's me who complaint against him.
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