"Ada vacancy dekat British India ke?"
"Tak da, ada full time je"
Being a well educated person, I shall contested no more, I understood every fucking words she uttered although her tone was slightly obnoxious. I blame her nothing, that obnoxious tone perhaps was the direct implication of her having to stand for hours in an empty store plus with huge amount of weight around her tummy, I understand .. or maybe just because she was too tired talking and complimenting how haute couture each of them are.
As I was excusing myself from their vanity tainted conversation, one of them started giving me ths Eh-mamat-kampung-dah-lah-pakai-flip-flop-ada-hati-nak-jadi-high-fashion-macam-kami look. Seriously, are you kidding me? unless you are Karl Lagerfeld you are no fucking body to give me that look.
Seriously, with that face, fucked up face, don't judge me. Muka mat rempit, I doubt he can even persuade customer to buy anything. Cakap english pun tunggang langgang.
Setakat tahu Forever 21, Topman, Zara tak payahlah nak bagi muka anjing tu. Kau ingat kau siapa? Seriously what happened to the true customer service attitude? Sedarlah diri sikit, setakat kerja macam tu gaji kau bukan lapan juta, bukan mampu pun nak beli.
So next time nak pergi British India SACC, sila pergi ke Pavilion secepat mungkin dan belilah,
|Sepersalinan D&G, kalau boleh bersuit tiga butang bagai.|
|Sepersalinan dress Balenciaga. Pakaian ala ala nak pergi ke Dinner, lagi beria lagi baik.|
Kalau tak pakai macam ni, store assistant British India takkan layan sampai mati, sebab merekalah dewa dewi fesyen walaupun semua attitude macam khinzir. Kalau boleh jangan bawa mak bapak yang nampak kampung-kampung, melainkan diorang Datuk, Datin, dan Tan Sri yang pakai real genuine Versace bag dengan blouse dari Chanel. Kalau nak jugak, bawak penyata bank, waktu nak masuk.
Terima kasih daun keladi British India.