Overhead conversations
McDonalds Funan, 8.52 p.m.
I was just unlucky to share my dinner with senseless McKids and irresponsible McParents.

Kids, shouting “WAHHHHHHH...AHHHHHH!!!!” as they run, full force, 120 km/h, past by my table. Adults, chatting away, oblivious to the commotion their little spawns had wrecked.

Oh please, fuck off? The lot of you.

And the kid that screamed the loudest? It was this little girl, who looked no more than eight, I think she was built with an oversized lungs. Either that, or she’s just being a pampered bitch. Whatever happened to nice, docile, little girl image, most of us associate little girls with? Is there any decency left on this world? Time is already a luxury in our society. But silence? Is it too much too ask?

I really pity the poor girl for not having strict parents who won’t hesitate to beat you senseless for misbehaving especially in public. I wondered what she’d be when she grow up? I hope she will be the first woman officer commanding our National Day parade.

And the adults. Go and die la the lot of you! You can’t they even discipline your offsprings in public? Is that conversation you’re having really important? This is a fucking restaurant by the way.