Stifled...

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Talking To A Fastfood Restaurant Worker...

I was feeling hungry one evening and as I was deciding what to have for dinner, I heard an advertisment on the TV. It's a fastfood restaurant advertising their finger-licking good chicken. A decision for dinner was made immediately.

Coincidentally, there's one of that fastfood chain right opposite my block. I lethargically dragged myself to the fastfood restaurant and queued up. The worker serving me was a female.

"Good evening, sir. May I have your order please?" The girl asked me with a bright smile.

I looked at the menu, still trying to decide between a burger and 2 pieces of chicken. I looked at her and discovered that she actually looks cute. I tried to get her name. Her name was Sherry, as written on the tag hanging above her left breast.

"Erm... Let me think for a while," I replied.

I took a step back and started to take a good, hard look at her. She has long straight hair, and she's actually quite well-endowed. She's wearing a red bra that day, because shades of red can actually be seen below the thin, yellow fabric that her uniform is made of.

She must have caught me staring, because she turned around and avoided letting me have eye contact with her chest. It was only then that I realised that I haven't placed my order yet. I decided to have the 2-piece chicken meal.

I walked up to Sherry and again was greeted by "Good evening, sir. May I have your order please?" This time, the smile was rather forced.

"I'd like to have a 2-piece chicken meal," I placed my order but my eyes can't help wandering to her chest, where the red within seems to be screaming to be let outta the yellow cage.

Instinctively, I uttered, "I want 2 breasts."

Immediately Sherry's face turned red. Yup, as red as her bra. She said okay and quickly turned to get the chicken pieces. It was then that I realised I involuntarily said something kinda lewd. I don't know if it's the sight of her bosoms that gave me the idea or I just wanted to have chicken breasts that day, all I know is that I wasn't aware of myself saying that.

I tried my best to give her the exact change, got the food and left the restaurant.

It only became clear to me that I was in a dire situation in the restaurant. She could have bitch-slapped me right there and then. Thank goodness it didn't happen. I guess I won't be going to the restaurant anytime soon and I highly doubt Sherry's still working in that branch...

This didn't happen, but it SHOULD...

End...

Hanged @ 8:11 PM