An Ode To Fruit (or lack thereof)- By V

This post was inspired by a certain remark to the Resident Evil. The Monolith may feel free to take credit for the inspiration, should he want to. That said, as usual, this post is by V..yada yada yada..etc etc etc..and so onwards.

A new restaurant has opened up near the Monolith's house. On my return from the hometown, he suggested lunch at Lychees. Now, having no idea what the hell it was, I was understandably confused. Lychees?? Aren't they a kind of fruit?? Well, it so happens that that is also the name of the new restaurant. He said it was fairly nice, and easy on the wallet. That was the selling point. And so we ventured there. Now, this "restaurant" is more like a patio diner, spacious, sunny, and cheap. It also offers the eater the choice of a Kfc style crispy chicken and something known as a Zinker, which is awesome. I definitely recommend you try it.

But, I digress. I did not intend to submit a newspaper review on the restaurant. We were shown to our seats, and a little man with a notepad arrived to take our orders. I felt the need to have something to drink. I hunted for a fresh lime soda, and now finding it, I asked the waiter whether he had any. He paused for a moment, and then said that he did. Excellent. So may I please have a fresh lime soda?? Sweet??

Pregnant Pause.

Waiter looks at me.

I return the look.

Waiter looks at the Monolith.

The Monolith looks at me.

The spotlight suddenly being on me again, I repeated the order, thinking that there was something wrong. One Fresh lime soda, Sweet. Simple, tasteful and quenching. He couldn't not get it.

Waiter looks at me.

Uh oh.

Still looking.

Still looking.

Finally, something moved. He turns to me and says, with great thought, "Two."

"No no, One. ONE. " (holding up fingers to demonstrate)

"Two!"

"ONE!"

Another pause. He sensed that I wasn't understanding what he was saying. The linguistic barriers seemed to frustrate him as much as they were frustrating me. So, he went and explained the situation to his superior, who rapidly came by and informed me that we could order two because once he opened a soda bottle, it wouldnt be prudent to let half of it go to waste.

Problem solved.

However, I must make a mention. The said waiter has now become a rather good pal of ours, and makes it a point to wave at us whenever we go past, and serve us extra carrots whenever we are there. So say hi to Noful the next time you are at Lychees, courtsey me and the Big Boss as he calls him.