So I'm in line...

I start so many of these as I'm in line at the cafeteria. I get up and it's my turn to order a very poor substitute for Chicken Tikka. Very poor indeed. The rice looks kinda sticky so I want a little extra of the sauce. So I smile when the guy asks me what I want and I said, "Chicken Tikka with extra sauce, please" I mean I include the please because I just asked the guy for "extra" sauce. He says nothing. I think to myself what is the worst thing he can do because I asked for a little bit of extra sauce. At this point he slamms the ice cream scoop onto the bottom of the rice pan very hard. Very hard. Very Loud. Scares the living bejeeeezus out of me. I'm sure I jumped. I mean shit it was just a little extra sauce right? To be honest as I eat the sauce right now it's not very good. It's no Tandori Fire by any stretch of the word. I just wanted a little extra. I managed to quietly say, "er... not."

Then I see what he's doing all of about 2 seconds later. He's unjamming the sticky rice from the scoop. He he completely oblivous to the fact that had I eaten very much in the last 3 days I would have in fact just shit myself with that bang of the ice cream scoop. Ice cream scoop on rice. Did I mention rice when I said, "Ice Cream Scoop." no I didn't. Not Rice Scoop. Not Sticky Rice Scoop. No sir. Ice Cream...

OK so he doesn't even realize that his little 'sound check' over rice just caused me to have a small stroke and he scoops the rice. With what you ask? Yes he scooped it with an ice cream scoop. Then he gave me my freakin' extra sauce. Woooo hoo.

I picked up a piece of naan and it was rock hard so I put that back. NO I did not put back in the basket I put it on the counter directly so someone would throw it away. Or bang it on the freaking rice pan til we all die of fright.

The sauce isn't that good either... damn