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i was ordering some grubs at the cashier from a fast food joint restaurant when a young boy looking kinda young enough to still giggle uncontrollably from some toilet jokes came up beside me. why, nobody knows nothing about manners no more nowadays.

the little boy tried to talk to the cashier who was OBVIOUSLY still taking up my orders. and by the blue blue sky, there was not a soul standing behind me. would it melt his skin or gauge out his eyes out if he’d just wait for another 5 minutes? i guess it would. so the cashier asked the little boy to wait for a few minutes while she collected my order. a cup of hot water for tea has then been placed on my designated tray and the cashier scurried back again to retrieve my chicken parts. it was then that out of the corner of my eye, i spied the little brat moving his hands towards my cup and taking it back. all in flash time, mind you. bet he didn’t think i caught that. bless my vision.

i felt like a little trouble anyway. and the universe offered an excuse.

“excuse me, did you touch the cup? or the water?” and just for fun, i got my patented alaskan-cold stare on.

“no, i didn’t!” he answered back. interesting, he didn’t look at me in the eye. sigh, it’s the end of the world as we know it.

“you know, i saw you,” i egged on.

“no, no, i didn’t, no!”

“you did…”

“no…no…”

“excuse me, miss. may i get a replacement for my cup of hot water? he touched it.” i sweetly asked the cashier. if i had learned anything out of the jungle of primary school, it’s that it always pays to act like the goody-two-shoes.

“oh okay, sorry about that,” the cashier complied.

“i didn’t touch it! not on that part anyway!” little boy mumbled to i-have-no-idea-who. and if anyone has watched my little epic war, they would have noticed the invisible writing of 1-0 for the lovely young lady on the invisible writing board.

so i picked up my tray and smiled my victory way down to what i hope was a fine short assassination byproduct of moral casualty. then i reflected on my naughty little self. and how i spent the last 10 minutes like some kind of a trouble-seeking missile. it has been known that my extended maternal family members were the types who would challenge authority (ie. lecturers who think the world of themselves) if they think they are on the right. it has also been known that there are lots of activists striving to bring awareness to the causes they believe in. me? i guess i’m cheap that way.

well, he started it…

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