The Don

I finished working about an hour ago, and decided to quickly do some shopping before I head home. V&A Waterfront it was. Problem is that the shops aren’t open till 09:00. So I popped into Primi Piatti for breakfast (they are the only place that is open. There I found 5FM broadcasting live. And a free breakfast. Sweet.

More pics may follow after I’m done eating.

Now that I have your attention, I’d just like to say that the title is actually related to the post.

I have a new favorite song (It changes a lot. Gotta feelin’ though that this one will be stuck in my head for a while.) Ladies and gentleman; I present to you Cee Lo Green and his hit song “Fuck you!”.

I was caught by the lyrics:

I guess the change in my pocket /
wasn’t enough /
I’m like ‘Fuck you! /
and uh ‘Fuck her tooooo” /
(Ooo ooo ooooo”) /

And this beauty:

Yeah I’m sorry I can’t afford a Ferrari /
But that don’t mean I can’t get you there /
I guess he’s an X-box and I’m more Atari /
But the way you play your game ain’t fair /

And this punch line:

I pity the fool /
that falls in love with you /
(oh shit she’s a gold digger) /
Well /
(just thought you should know nigga) /
Ooh /
I’ve got some news for you /
Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend/

Just thought you should know nigga.

On Wednesday I realised that me and dizzy* have a new thing. I say a thing because I feel that if something is done the same way, 3 times or more in a row, it is a thing. This particular thing involves watching a movie at Canal Walk, followed by coffee and cake at House of Coffees.

The movie we watched was Inception. We missed the first 5 minutes and spent the next 45 minutes trying to figure out what was going on. Really. It actually felt as if we had walked into the cinema an hour after the movie had started. None the less, it was a pretty decent movie.

Being an avid enthusiast of dining out, and also having been a waiter in my youth, I consider myself to have a tremendous amount of knowledge on tactics and manipulation to get a tip. One such tactic I consider to be a useless, and most often last and desperate attempt at getting one. It is those little scribbles on your bill. The little hearts and smiley faces. ‘Cause we all know that, even after receiving kak service, one’s heart will just melt at the sight of these and you’re probably gonna slap down a Blue Buffalo. (See sarcasm)

Now in the above mentioned thing, at House of Coffees, the service was not too bad. The cake was awesome as usual and the coffee… well it is House of Coffees. But when we asked for our bill, man I wasn’t prepared for what we saw. And I’m not talking about a horrendous bill. Well actually the bill was horrendous. It was disgusting. Downright nasty even.

Our Zimbabwean servant hoped that he could get a tip out of us by presenting us with some of his erotic art:

In Zim, customer service waiter.

What was he going for there? “Fuck you, come again”? “Do you wan to see my other services”? Really? WTF did he mean by the penis??!?!

What do you think?