A couple of weeks ago we managed to have a nice relaxing dim sum lunch as a family. Well not that little E could eat any of it but he did have a ball looking up at the red Chinese lanterns and old Christmas decorations hanging from the wall.
It was my turn to pay, so up I went.
There was a queue. A tall middle-aged Aussie man in front of me holding a wine bottle in a paper bag, and in front of him two non Asian women.
When waiting my turn took unusually long, I naturally decided to eavesdrop a little and check out what was taking so long.
The boss who operates the cash register himself was ringing up the bill for the women.
Woman: ....so....how much was the veges?
Boss: Nine dollar.
Woman: Oooo wow, NINE dollars for a plate of veges?
Boss: Yea, because it's not a lunch special.
Woman: How much was the fried squid then? I'm just asking.
Boss: Ten dollar. (gloomyface)
Woman: Oooo I see. I'm just askin' ya know? Just askin'.
Boss: (not impressed look or maybe that's his natural self)
Woman: So, when is lunch special then?
Boss: Lunchtime.
Woman: Oh.
By then, her card had been accepted. Without a word, she grabs her card and walks out with her blonde friend.
Man in front of me: So, is that price (referring to his bill) lunch special?
The serious looking boss and his wife cracked up a rare laugh. "That bottle you're holding is the last special, after that no more," she exclaimed cheekily.
The man laughed and paid.
Then he turned around, shook his head and flashed a grin before putting his sunnies back on and leaving.
That was the weirdest paying experience ever.
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