A Mashi Maro Hit and Run
It’s not everyday that i pick up my keys at 8:30pm to drive down to the nearest Tesco to satisfy my dad’s sudden craving for home made wan tan noodles.
It’s not everyday that even the road to Tesco is jammed up that I am forced to park in a dark place andtake a 3 min stroll to get a beam of light on my skin.
Perhaps on the occassion that stand looking up at a mountain of dried noodle figuring if I should stock up Mamee noodles,deciding to stay loyal with Maggi noodles or boil up the Cintan brand.
But definitely not everyday that a BIG, FAT, KID PLAYS HIT AND RUN WITH ME DRIVING A SHOPPING CART IN THE DRIED NOODLE AISLE. A BIG FAT KID WHO SCREAMS ‘MASHI MARO!!!’
Something I’d like to classify as a most ….
‘wtf situation’.
An although I didn’t lose my balance what-so-ever, the pain was enough to affix me stoning for a good 10 minutes (IN AN AISLE OF DRIED NOODLES), with a bloody pain in my right waist. With no apology what-so-ever. Boy, I’d like to screw that kid up and his parents into Mashi Maro pulp. But the kid prolly doesn’t realise that he has belly folds that would put Mashi Maro to shame
And like most days and almost everyday. THERE ARE NEVER ENOUGH CASHIER COUNTERS OPEN AND THE QUES ARE BLOODY LONG.
Enough Voltaren jabs please, I’ve just been put off by Mashi Maro, and parents who don’t set good examples for their kids.