These days when value for money counts the most in one’s thought process, you would NOT want to buy rice that’s neither hot nor cold. Warm would do, right? I scolded again an attendant in Mini-Stop on the ground floor where I live. Sometimes when I’m lazy to cook rice, I buy a mound of rice nicely packed in their branded wrapper. That’s about half cup. I bought two, one to eat for supper and another perhaps for lunch the next day. I asked the lady attendant if that was how they serve rice, she asked if I wanted to heat it. Oh, I let it go because I was hungry and wanted to watch the latest telenovela Corona on Trial. Where in the world can you see such clowns?
Early one morning, while there was nobody, nobody but me, I confronted the male attendant about that incident, recalling also that in CG2 the rice was stale. Jam, my friend had go back and forth to exchange her order for a fresh mound. CG2 according to this attendant is a franchise; the one on the ground floor is directly owned by Bobby Go, hmmm. Sounds familiar, but I learned AFTER I gave my name and room number. Now I’m paranoid.