This whole election thing reminds me of the time I went to Kemang Food Fest.
Kemang Food Fest is in essence a food court with a cornucopia of selections to choose from. Some of the tenants are well known while others are no-name outlets. So one night I was there with some friends and got ourselves an empty table. We chatted a bit and wanted to check out what kind of food they got there. The next scene is probably best described as something out of a National Geographic documentary where a swarm of vultures swooped in and started pecking at what looked like a carcass. Seriously.
What happened was instead of one of us getting up and checking out the stalls, this army of menu-wielding busboys descended on our table and quite literally started dropping their menus in front of our faces one after another. Some of them went back and picked up their menu to put the blasted thing on the top of the pile, thinking we would choose theirs over the others’, which of course started a chain of douche bags doing the same thing over and over until I shouted out of frustration and nearly threw all the menus of the table. Sure, they all were offended but not nearly as I was. We could have just walked away and go to another place but we were hungry, it was late, it was another laundry bag that we just didn’t want to deal with so we stuck with it and picked out five random menus to choose from. Have you ever had to choose from five different books of menu in one sitting? I thought one menu was more than enough to keep a man starving for another 10-15 minutes while he tries to figure out what to eat (talk about torture). No, here’s five more. And that was culled from about 30.
Hey, whaddaya know, there’s about 30 different parties to choose from in the next election. Maybe they all had dinner at Kemang Food Fest?
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