Oreo McFlurry

Sound of raindrops violently banging on the solid concrete ground flooded my ears in rapid succession.

Opening the heavy glass door, my olfactory organ was greeted with the smell of freshly (or quickly?) cooked burgers and fries. Fast food restaurant afterall.

Having weathered the disgustingly heavy rain, I was disappointed to be greeted with a long queue ahead. Unlike other patrons, I merely had a sudden bout of craving for ice cream. Oh well, I thought, just one of those days.

Being an impatient customer, I attempted to investigate the cause of the hold up.

What I observed was the server behind the counter tapping away, albeit with a tinge of frustration, on the touchscreen menu. What struck me was the red Macs cap he wore, which is a compulsory accessory to be worn by servers to carry name of the Brand. But not for him. For him, the cap was a refuge from customers' glances. Glances that he falsely believes are endless reminders of why he sucked at his job. The visor of the cap was tilted downwards, ever so slightly.

Unexpressed thoughts are the stem of your greatest regrets. And it’s the reason why I’m writing this at 6 in the morning.

'Sssssir, can I-I take your order? '

'Could you get me an Oreo McFlurry please?'

Failing to establish eye contact with me, he replied, 'Su-sure.. No, no problem.'.

'Aye, simple ice cream also don't know how to make?!' Snapped the manager. 'Sorry lah, I suck.. okay.. I suck' was all he could reply.

I went forward to tell him how everyone starts from a certain point and would eventually get better over time and begged him never to say 'I suck' ever again.

Well, I did all those in my mind. In reality, I only smiled at him, grabbed my ice cream and just left.

Unexpressed thoughts are the stem of your greatest regrets. And it's the reason why I'm writing this at 6 in the morning.