I remembered that it was a Selangor holiday, but forgot how it might affect the traffic. The roads were jammed as I made my way to Jusco Maluri for lunch. And surprise, surprise, Jusco Maluri was packed ... and then I remembered that it's possible a majority of the people here worked in Selangor. Normally the open car park would be empty but for a few cars; now there was not a single empty space, forcing me to go upstairs and hunt for an available space.
At McDonald's, I was served by a young man whose eyebrows were trimmed and eyelashes seemed touched up by mascara. The seating areas were filled with families and teenagers; the only working people here, aside from me, are the few who worked in Jusco Maluri itself. To my utmost surprise, I saw a housefly buzzing as it attempted to get to my food. But I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised; I was seated at the back near the janitor room, and I guess the crowd in the enclosed area is enough to heat up the room and give the insects some energy to fly. I don't see the housefly anymore, but there is a tiny trash-fly bothering me now.
Is it me, or have the burgers shrunk? I complained the other day of the size
of KFC's OR Fillet Burger. My Fillet-O-Fish today is about the same size
now. It is literally the size of the palm of one hand. I don't think it's me
who has grown, so that means the burgers are shrinking. Either that, or they're actually serving burgers in accordance to the size of the McValue meal.
If the one I had was a Medium, I wonder how the size of a Small would be. I
could probably finish it in two bites. That's probably why they've removed all
Small McValue meals from the menu.
Ooh, that reminds me of what a friend once asked. In all honesty, she actually asked a group of us: "If there is a Big Mac, would there be a Medium Mac or a Small Mac?" I think I need not say more.
The fries don't taste good anymore either. Or maybe I'm just getting sick of the taste of French Fries. Or both. They taste OK when hot, but after a few minutes when they've cooled down, the taste is kinda yucky. I suppose it is possible to tire of heavily salted deep-fried potato-and-flour mixtures. After all, I'm sick to death of the taste of Redoxon's Vitamin C solubles which I liked in the first place, to the point where I won't buy anymore for a long time.
There are still kids at school today; I see parents coming in with their children still clad in their primary school uniform. There's a girl who's sitting and eating quietly while enjoying time with her mother and what looks like her mother's friend; and then there are boys who won't sit still and are jumping up and down with their shirts all untucked and pants almost falling off them. There is obvious truth in the saying that girls are easier to bring up than boys.
That tiny fly keeps hovering around my head, and I don't know why. I've just washed my hair last night, so it's not me. Maybe it's longing to swoop down on my unfinished fries. I don't see what's stopping it, since I'm not touching the fries anymore.
By the way, has anyone noticed the irony in Carly Simon's song, You're So Vain? What do you mean you don't know it? Of course you do. I know it's an old song but they did sing it recently in that lame chick flick of 2003 called ...
gosh, I can't even remember what the name is. It's the one with Matthew McConaughy (is that how you spell it?) and Kate Hudson. Anyway, about the song, the chorus goes:
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you
Which is extremely ironic, given that the song is about the person in question.
I'm going to end this muse with that thought.
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