listening to: hit the lights - loose lips sink ships

i have a theory. lets call it rizal's theory. and the theory is, "having too many outlets dilutes standards".

case in point: i had dinner at an outlet of this chicken fast food place that shall remain unnamed. with an unnamed motto that involves licking of parts of the anatomy. so back to my theory. so i ordered a 2 piece meal at this unnamed chicken outlet with an anatomy licking motto, hoping to have 2 big pieces of juicy fried chickiiiin, a serving of coleslaw and hot whipped potato.

and what i got was; a tiny chicken wing that looked like it came from a famished chicken from africa, farty smelling coleslaw and cold whipped potato that was sludgey. oh and a cold bun. hmm. i didnt complain cos i didnt collect the food. mum did. but yar. what happened to the standards!!! oh the crime that has been done upon me!! but being the hungry person i am, i ate evertyhing clean.

therefore after licking the said anatomy in the said motto, i got down to thinking. maybe its cos the outlet was some what backwater? ok maybe backwater isnt the right word but uhm, not in town perhaps? thus being considered and deemed less important to standards. cos its just at a housing estate. only ahpeks and families eat there. they dont complain like snobbish high class people living at fifth avenue and bukit timah.

so therefore, from this one incident, i have biasedly come up with a theory that "having too many outlets dilutes standards". i know my argument is over-generalised and its a sweeping statement to base it on one experience but hey! its my blog.

so thats it then for tonight. dont feel like continuing my earlier story abt the interview. its not as if my life is that interesting that someone from across the world has to read it every few hrs. *sniggers* cherio~