Him (upon sitting down after round 1): Shit! Shit! Shit! Stupid KDU, stupid restaurant, stupid lecturer, stupid food.
Me: Excuse me, I’m sorry. I’m having my food; please don’t use the “S” word.
Him: You don’t like you can leave.
Me: Are you going to pay for my food? If this place is so bad, why don’t you leave?
Him: Are you going to pay my performance fees? Look, I don’t want to have this conversation, I’m in bad mood.
Me: At your current mood you are doing disservice to your clients.
Him: Who are my clients? I’m here because my friend the bartender asks me to. I’m in bad mood because the restaurant manager scolded me for bringing 2 helpers. (I don’t fault him here. As a non-SHTCA person, he wouldn’t have known that food portions are limited and budget tightly controlled. Maybe he expect food to fall from the sky or appear by magic)
Me: OK then, let’s change the topic.
[END OF STORY]
Comments: My memory is not that good to recall the conversation verbatim but the 3 shits and stupid this, stupid that is definitely there. He’s supposed to sing 3 rounds but left after eating his complimentary food at end of round 1. He throw tantrum because the restaurant manager scolded him. What if later in life a judge scolds him? How many times can he afford to be cited for contempt of court? I think he’s throwing tantrums because he’s the type of prima donna that likes lots of attention but no one pay him any notice. For a lawyer wannabe, his arguments that night seems to be weak and lame. Don’t you think so?