Upon reaching the reception, they can't seem to understand the word "on behalf" and took me 15 minutes to list through the names and seats. By gones. Then the receptionist brought me to the VIP seat and gave me the "what this little brat doing at the VIP seat?!" stare. By gones again. So having to be the first to be seated, I sat at the side where the stage was faced directly to me like everyone would, and this fellow VIP seater as well approached and gave me the stares AGAIN along with this.
man: "you sit here arh?"
me : "uh... yea, I'm here on behalf of Mist........."
man: "you sit at the other side lah! Lily Yong's sitting here..."
I moved along to the other side of the table with my drink, and the guy sat at the same side right next to my former seat, hmmph. Since I shifted seats without actually realising where I was after, I changed seats to another side just to be out of the limelight away from the isle where the actual "walk down the isle" happens. Guess what, then I overheard the most disgusted comment that night by the waitress in charge murmuring to another waitress.
waitress: "you see, move seat again..."
and along with that closed inverted comma is an annoying glance of disgust directed at me. Believe me, if I wasn't actually seated at the VIP's table, I would've confronted her face to face with the napkin smacking her face downwards onto the ground making sure that her lips bleed and swell. Come to think of it, why didn't I? What right do u have other than the right to serve food to people and walking around the hall like a brainless, spiteful and slut-like slave? I believe she's more than eligible for the superlative term "BITCH".In future dinner functions, I'll be at the lookout for that bitch-faced waitress for vengeance.
In the meantime, I'll be studying at the MBKS City Library for the whole 7 days break from school, thank to the PMR examinations in my school. 40 more days to go baby!
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4 Comments:
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yah, i hate attending these "on behalf" dinners too. So boring.
Best thing to do is to have a totally haughty "Don't fucking talk to me I'm too good for you" demeanour.
No way you should have listened to that pencil dick try hard datuk either. No need to justify yourself lah. Just look at him, raise an eyebrow and move one seat to the left saying "thanks for telling me puan sri was attending"
But yeah, family "duty" engagements totally suck.
By 
Shiny Blue Black, at
1:43 PM
hmm.. if i were u..i'll get pissed too. so memandang rendah people one. Anyway.. i've never sit in a VIP table before.. ><
By TanPuiWen, at
8:23 PM
Finally someone who can relate.. thanks infinite bowel..
believe me pui wen, it's not as nice as the term sounds.
By Dezmond, at
12:30 AM
omg, i can SO relate. Funny enough, something similar happened to me while i was in Istanbul. I had to change seats to accomodate others, but the waiters huffed all over me like THEY're the kings of the thrones or something. sheesh.
By Twiggy, at
11:36 AM
