This is what happens when you hire foreign help with little understanding of the language we speak hereabouts. I cannot blame the poor fellow. He struggled to understand what I wanted to order.
"Kok? Waddat?", came the reply.
"Coca-cola, coOoolaaa?", I tried explaining.
The drinks came and I got my coke. I was pleased....half an hour later, I got the bill.
Egads!
Gotta be kidding me |
Where? At the branch in Bukit Jalil. (Not at the address printed on the receipt) |
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