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I hate waiters.
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Met up with HH for a long overdue lunch date at Swenson's and since i wanted something that wouldn't aggravate my mouth ulcer , i decided to order a spaghetti bolognese.

This puny little waiter that seemed to have a smug expression permanently etched onto his sorry face finally served us after many futile attempts to get his attention .

He stood in front of us with a limp pad of writing paper , jerking his right leg away to some kind kind of mental music in his head. Yeah , like some kinda shizo.

I beckoned him to come closer and i pointed my finger at #29 ( i think ) , which was the spaghetti bolognese.

He nodded and said in a faux accent

"Speh-get-tee bo-lor-neh"

He looked at me expectantly , as if i was supposed to repeat what his said .

Since i wasn't very sure of the pronunciation , i just muttered a dumb agreement to which he repeated it again

"Yes , Speh-get-tee bo-lor-neh ."

It was as if he was almost laughing at me because it was obvious that i had preferred using non-verbal communications to order my food because i couldn't pronouce it correctly.

His "holier-than-thou" look pissed me off even further so i started

"Yes , and do you have linguine instead for the choice of pasta ? And may i request for it to be al-dente ?"

For a moment he looked bewildered .

I knew i had won when the young punk sauntered away without repeating my request.

And as expected , the pasta was in spaghetti form , done the lousy restaurent way - soggy and overcooked.

Heh heh heh.

How the hell the hell do you pronouce Bolognaise / Bolognese anyway ?!