I remember an encounter I had when I was working in Filini. It was not the worst I supposed but it was definitely the most psycho ever!!
I was standing by the phone doing something or nothing when the phone rang. I picked up the phone without any hesitation. Here’s how it went.
Me: Hello, Filini. Melissa’s speaking. How may I help?
(It was a guy who spoke in an extremely strong Indian accent on the other end.)
Male voice: Is this the restaurant?
Me: Yes, it’s the Filini restaurant.
Male voice: Is it an Italian restaurant?
(I am not a mean girl, so I answered him in a nice manner.)
Me: Yes it is an Italian restaurant, sir.
Male voice: Good. I would like to make a booking.
Me: Yes, of course. How many is it for, sir?
Male voice: For 4 people.
Me: When would it be?
Male voice: (He told me the date.)
Me: May I have your name and contact number please, sir?
Male voice: XXXXX. My phone number is xxxxxxxxxxx.
(From the name he has given, it appeared to me that he was an Indian. Duh…)
Me: Alright, sir.
(Then the ah neh started to ask me something about the dish we served.)
Male voice: Do you have fish?
Me: Yeah, we do serve fish, monkfish.
Male voice: Ok. Do you serve pati?
(What???!!!! What the heck was that? As I have said he spoke in a very strong Indian accent and I could not quite understand what he was asking. What I managed to make out was something started with pa and ended with ti sound. So I apologized and asked him to explain again, politely.)
Me: I am sorry sir. Please come again.
Male voice: Do you serve pati? Pati?
(Ok, now he was repeating the word and still I couldn’t catch it. I was starting to wonder if it was my problem. At the same time, I felt so embarrassed and I could feel myself blushed, hoping that the ah neh would not lose his temper and hang up on me. Then I thought he might be asking about the antipasti.)
Me: Pati? Well we do have antipasti for starter.
Male voice: No, no. Pati! Pati!
(Oh my gawd, we had a situation here now….I really truly sincerely did not understand what he wanted. And I was praying hard that he wouldn’t hang up and call the reception to complain about my poor comprehension of English.)
Me: I am really really sorry sir. I really don’t understand what you were talking about. Is it a vegetable dish? Or meat?
(I could sense he was getting uneasy and a bit fed up I supposed. Of course he has the right to. I would have exploded if someone on the other end of the phone could not understand me after having me to repeat the same word for the n times. Then here comes the psycho part.)
Male voice: (Speaking in a deeper voice) Do you have a wet pussy?
(What???!!!!!! wtf ???!!!!! Was I hearing it wrongly or it was what came out of his f**king mouth? I was shocked, stunned, speechless for a few seconds. Offended, but I was uncertain if he was over-reacting or he was only JOKING.)
Me: Excuse me sir? (I said wryly)
(Now he was explaining.)
Male voice: Is your pussy wet?!
(Son of a bitch! How was I supposed to answer?! I could have hung up on him but I didn’t for fear that it was a rude gesture and he might be offended, or worst complain about me!)
Me: Sir do you still want your booking?
Male voice: Oh yes, is it done?
Me: Yes. (Without a second thought, I hung up before he could utter another word.)
I told my manager about what happened and let her sort out the rest since I had his name and number.
Come to think of it, I was sooooooo stupid then. I should have hung up! But I DIDN’T!!!!! Bugger…
Now it’s time for revenge!
A message for the sicko wacko psycho asshole ah neh:
Fancy a wet pussy is it??! I CURSE a wet pussy growing on your face the next morning! And when you wake up and look into the mirror, all you can see is a giant wet pussy attaching to your neck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With liquid oozing out non-stop and stink for the rest of your sick f**king life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You tw*t!
*Phew* Now I feel much betta.