Death Of A Food Vendor
The frown on her face was disturbing
Was she unhappy to serve her customers
Or just with me
One of her loyal fans who pays for her bills
Or has the business been too good
That another order is a bore
The eyes battled at me, not winking, mind you but a sort of detestable look
I feared for a moment that my favourite dish would be ruined
For it is known that good vibes would only flow from the heart to the hands of a happy cook
To result in a delectable dish
But she was going through the daily grind, grumpy and possibly angry
Neither grateful nor contented nor at peace
Then she jabbed at her phone to take a shot of my payment code
Unwillingly, no eye contact, no thank you, no smile
She threw her head back as if to ask what’s the next order from the customer behind
My soupy dish came, smoking hot, and filled near the brim
With no concern for customers who may be old or feeble and have an unsteady gait
A high chance of being scalded and
