Do you mind?

Leaving the office late at night, I went over to McDonalds to feed my anaconda.

I fell in line waiting for my turn. As I was waiting on those in front of me to give their orders, I saw this Oriental looking guy growing impatient and looking around the restaurant for a place to sit. I didn’t mind him.

After ordering, I scouted the restaurant for a nice place to sit. I found a sweet spot.

Anyway, I went and took my seat. These are the fixed seats with the table in the middle that’s good for four people. I don’t know what they’re called exactly.

As I was unwrapping my rice, the Oriental looking guy dropped his bag on the seat across me. (Remember this is the type of table that’s good for four people. I’m sitting on one side.) After dropping it, he quickly took it back and then walked away. I didn’t mind him.

I was now going to take my first bite when he returned, dropped his bag and his arse on the chair. He only ordered a drink. I didn’t know how to react and I didn’t raise my head. I didn’t mind him.

My anaconda was hungry and I just had to feed it already. Mr. Oriental took out his laptop, turned it on, and then also took out his headphones and covered his ears. Still, I didn’t mind him.

As I was going to gobble down my third bite of the chicken, I began to hear something odd. No it was not the sound of farting. It was the sound of slurping. The slurping was coming from my uninvited seatmate. Thinking that he was just dead thirsty, I didn’t mind him.

I am down to my last few bites. The slurping continues. Now, I was starting to mind him. I just observed him from the corner of my eye as I didn’t want to let him know I was paying him that much attention.

I’m now finished with my meal and enjoying my drink. So is Mr. Oriental, slurping all the way. I suppose that’s why he was wearing his headphones.

I don’t think he is local Chinese.

My guess is that he’s Korean or Japanese. Some people have told me before that Koreans really slurp when they drink soup. I just didn’t know that it also applied to orange juice. I’m not being racist so before somebody throws me kim chi, I’d just like to say that I minded him trespassing into my private space and that I minded the slurping because it somehow killed my appetite.

It’s good that the orange juice is just the size of a cup.