Guys and gals, it’s been a short while since the last time we’ve griped about anything, so today we will join forces to take a stand against carryout associates who are stingy with their duck sauce.
What is it with these carryout places that prohibit them from giving up more than one packet of duck sauce for all those blasted noodles and rice? Mingh Lee, Hwong Sai, Zhang Lo, and Kwei Lau Woo all have the same attitude problem when you ask them for extra duck sauce. First, they look at you as if you’re asking for too much, and then they form their thin lips to tell you that you’re going to have to cough up an extra $.25 for an additional packet.
“Please pause with me for a moment has I clench my heart and gasp at the preposterousness of a quarter of a dollar for something you’re only going to taste once with a mouthful of spit!”
Are you friggin’ kidding me? Are these packets of sweet heavenly goodness coming out of their paychecks? Why the hell should the general public have to pay for extra duck sauce? That’s like paying for the white on rice.
There can only be one of two reasons why carryout associates are ready to pull out their nunchucks at the request of any additional condiments: either (1) they are cheap as hell or (2) the price of duck sauce over in China is as steep as the price of gas is here in the states.
Well, just like Americans and illegal aliens alike have come up with innovative ways to paste pigeon feathers onto their walking shoes to avoid ridiculously scathing gas prices, greedy people who share the same carryout-consumer gripe have become more creative in getting their extra duck sauce, soy sauce and even hot mustard. Those innovations all ironically include the use of collected fire wood, aerosol spray paint and a book of matches. That’s right; the greedy and hungry have finally revolted against the cheap and stingy. “Enough is enough.”
“Whatever happened to the saying, “The customer is always right.”? Where’s the love?”
For the sake of all things fried and dipped in sesame seeds, loosen up the grip on the duck sauce, carryout associate-son! How do you expect to come to ‘the hood,’ open up a chicken wing joint that conveniently serves all the lo mein a brutha can eat and then put a cap on the amount of condiments to be given away with each order? Haven’t your business plans taught you that hood rats overdo everything? We buy clothes, cars and people that are too far out of our budgets, so it’s only obvious that we’re going to want to overdo it on the fried rice and chow mein. For you to be smart enough to fry chicken wings the way you do to the point where everyone in the neighborhood is willing to pack on a few extra summer-time pounds, you sure are stupid! Charging us for the extra “must haves” will only lead to the undoing of your fine grease-filled establishment.
After asking, pleading, and complaining, these warnings have now turned into threats. Give us some more damn duck sauce or else we’ll have to pull out our stun guns and candle lighters and show you that we mean business. When it comes to food, drinks and booty calls, we don’t play! If you think seeing a pissed off Bruce Lee is something, wait until you see a pissed off hungry hood rat!
For your sake, you should be glad we’re talking about duck sauce and not chicken wings. Otherwise there would be all kinds of hell to pay and guess who would be the leader of that pack. I won’t call any names, but let’s just say it rhymes with Pottywood. And I know you wouldn’t want to piss him off. He’d get you if it was the last thing he’d do. If but for no other reason and declaration that 90% of any effort is getting started.
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