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One Sunday morning, my family and I went to a
popular restaurant for breakfast. As soon as we
walked into Restaurant Happy Meal, a young
waitress showed us to a table. We ordered our
food and soon after, our food came. Just as we
were about to begin our meal, we heard someone
shouting for the proprietor.
"What is this ? A dead fly in my food !" a
man with a deep scar across his face roared
angrily. He banged his fist on the table and
swept the plates and cups off it.
These came
crashing to the floor, breaking into pieces. His
companion, a huge man with a tattoo on his arm,
stared angrily at the proprietor who stood
nervously in front of the two gangsters.
The proprietor apologized repeatedly to the
angry customers and tried to pacify them by
offering to replace their food. He even told
them that they could have their meal for free.
The commotion affected the business of the
restaurant. Fearing that a brawl would
ensue, many
customers quickly paid for their meals and left
the restaurant hurriedly. Some of them had not
even finished their breakfast.
My father told us to eat our food quickly and
not to look at the two angry men. We obeyed him
and finished our food within minutes. That
was probably the quietest and fastest breakfast
my family ever had.
Although my father warned us not to look at
the two unruly customers, I could not help
stealing a glance at them.
I saw that the proprietor had managed to
pacify the two angry customers. Fresh food and
drinks were brought to their table. They sat
down again and continued their breakfast.
Meanwhile, the waitress who had shown us to our
table earlier swept up the broken china. |
