WARM WINE MY ARSE
I went for lunch with Michelle in Ekachai just now.
And decided to have red wine as well.
I didn’t drink on friday and saturday mind you
what a fucking miracle
The waiter served it at room temperature.
Eww.
So.
I sent it back saying
“Could you please chill it a bit cos it’s pretty warm”
The waiter stared at me.
I repeated it s l o w l y and c l e a r l y so he would understand…. more i hoped.
The wine came back 5 minutes later.
IT WAS WARMER!!!
you should have SEEN MY FACE WHEN I touched my hand to the glass
can mati i tell you
who the FUCK in their RIGHT MIND WOULD SERVE WARM WINE!?
WHAT THE HELLLLLL
After gawking 
at the glass for a good 30 seconds,
I carried the glass and stalked as coolly as possible to the counter.
The manager smiled at me from afar
I thought he looked more intelligent than the waiter anyway
He smiled apologetically and shot the waiter a ‘you-idiot’ glare
I went back and sat down.
Michelle asked me, “So how?”
“How? i hope they don’t spit in my glass… that’s how!”
