Because I am too much of an idiot to know how to hold an AK-47 properly.
After a mere 5 shots [expensive bullets, OMG!] my shoulders hurt like hell.

For the past few weeks, I find myself hanging out at places that offer free refills. Yes, I’m that much of a cheap bastard. McD is one thing, but I’m quickly growing fond of Japanese restaurants like Sushi King and Ichiban Ramen because - yes, that’s right - they offer free refills of green tea [I prefer mine hot, by the way].

Why not Teppanyaki, you ask? That’s easy. I don’t like teppanyaki. I believe bean sprouts are evil sentient organisms that grow in massive numbers in an attempt to take over the universe by putting themselves up for human consumption, allowing their hyperevolutionary virus to act on the human hosts. Zerg infestation is nothing compared to the wrath of those swarming little beasts.

Anyway, I was hanging out at my local McDonalds for some nuggets and bottomless Coke Light. You know how some outlets have sections with sliding glass doors, when can be closed during parties and stuff? I found a nice spot inside said section, and made myself comfy to catch up with my reading.

A nice high-school couple helped watch over my stuff while I went to get my refill. I had to make my way through a row of 4 combined tables, and an entire family having a blast. From Grandma right down to the toddler. When I came back, I suddenly found the sliding doors shut. Considering that it wasn’t reserved, and that common public was dining in there, I found the shut doors to be rather strange.

Still, I slid it open and stepped inside. The crowd of a Malay family, who were more than a rowdy bunch less than 5 seconds ago, suddenly went into silence and all eyes were turned to me. I was wondering why the fuck are they looking at me and after about another 5 seconds, they ignored me and went back to being rowdy. As I made my way back to my chair I heard a “Tsk.” and one of the aunties telling one of the boys to shut the door again.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?

They think the section belongs to them, and closing the doors to deter people from using the rest of the available tables and chairs. Even if they wanted privacy, HELLO? IT’S MAC-FUCKING-DONALD’S. When you’re at a place as public as that, you don’t ask for privacy unless you fucking paid for it.

I don’t get people sometimes. However, thinking that it’s none of my business to give these ungrateful buffoons a piece of my mind, I plugged ATB into my ears, and went back to my book. After about three chapters, I realised that the family had left, as well as the cute pair who sat opposite my table.

I finished up the rest of the drink, sighed at the combined tables at what had happened, and went home to deal with unfinished assignments.