Dear Manager Sandy of some random Fried Chicken Fast food outlet down over at Clementi,
I really would have to comment about your service when I paid a visit to your particular outlet this afternoon. Firstly I would like to touch on the point regarding the fantastic service you provided for my peers and I. With your NOT SO PERFECT English, you took my order and made me repeat it a double. And when I requested for breasts and thighs, of which I only prefer, you gave me one of those "I can't guarantee, but I will do my best." standard liner that every branch I've been to uses. You came back saying, "Sorry, no breasts and thighs. Drumsticks and wings can?". No can do would be my first response, but because of my groaning smallstomach (Stomach is in no way, tummy) I complied. But wait, no breasts nor thighs? Then what's those Breast - Thigh - Lookalikes at the end of the tray? OH I'm sorry. Those were yours? Apologies. But they sure looked God Damn chicken-ish to me. Another thing, I requested for Cheese Fries. You weren't ready with it, so the LEAST you could muster was to tell me to wait for my fries WHILE YOU SERVE IT TO ME LATER. But then again, you did not.
Oh what happened to the "Customer's always GOD DAMNED right" policy? Did the Gahmen disallow it? No idea. Sorry for all the trouble I caused for you and your staff this afternoon. I had such an enjoyable time this afternoon at your outlet.
Yours Sincerely, a Super SATISFIED Customer who might never have the chance to go back to your damned outlet.
