The Brochure.

It was last Wednesday at Mall of Asia. After we had dinner at Shakey’s, we walked at the sidewalks of the open part of the mall. Suddenly, this lady from a restaurant hands out brochures to people she’d see. When it is our turn, my companions didn’t bother;

In my part, it wasn’t good.

Before she feels depressed for customers not getting any brochure from her, I made an initiative to get it. My companions didn’t see what I did, but I care less about them. I am not that interested with the brochure from the restaurant, but why not get a piece of paper to somehow see the menu? Why not show a humble act to make her realize that her efforts pay off? That somehow, we appreciate her hard work?

What if you are in her shoes: giving these sheets of paper and faking a smile with passersby, (or the plural of the word – passerby. I checked Merriam-Webster and it tells me to use passersby. Weird.)

No. I am not telling this to force you to get every brochure that exists in any mall around the world. It’s just that we need to appreciate simple things to make people happy, even if they were strangers. I myself denied those waitresses (or whatever you like to call them) before from their brochures since I am not interested with jewelries or fancy ballpens. But then, I realize that somehow – we should, once again – using the word: appreciate their hardships.

Oh well, we can’t do anything about it. After all, it’s their job.

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I have received reports that our maids are voraciously eating every piece of junk inside the fridge. They emptied the cheddar cheese, mouthed every slice of Gardenia bread, frying hotdogs and pancakes as their breakfast, and simply ransacking our canned goods – they even opened a Luncheon Meat for themselves without asking permission. They watch the CABLE TV longer than ours. Little by little, they are owning this house. With all due respect, I am a law-abiding citizen and therefore, I would not abuse my rights as their boss (I think, the word boss is inappropriate for me).

This crime of gluttony is unbelievable. My father was getting mad with this.

Not that my father and I didn’t want them to give enough food to fill their stomachs. But the fact that we don’t open canned goods, we eat less cheddar cheese, and that we are not picky in terms of our breakfast is simply saying that we are the maids and they are the boss.

This morning, they OPENED a box of ready-to-mix pancakes and fried hotdogs from the freezer. This is their humble breakfast. My dad and I had tinola as our breakfast. That was actually our ulam yesterday. Diba’t nakakaasar, na mas pihikan pa ata sa pagkain ang mga katulong na ito? Namimili ng pagkain, nagbubukas ng delata, at kumakain ng kung anu-anong trip nila. Mas marami pa silang nakakain samin kung tutuusin.

I want to promote equality in terms of food intake. I want to tell them to somehow eat stuffs moderately; and shout at them not to mess up with our canned goods since it is for emergency use (calamities, gas leaks, or scarcity of food. I would like to tell them to eat FIRST the ulam before eating the luxuries.

If our patience-o-meter ran out, we’d kick their butts out of this house. Our house is not, and never will be a restaurant.

~ by utakgago on September 2, 2006.