Arjimlad
Tights of Cydonia
- Location
- South Glos
We recently ordered an Indian takeaway of a chicken mild thing for my wife and a lamb hot thing for me.
However, what I collected & brought home was a chicken hot thing and a lamb mild thing. We sat down and my wife said hers was too hot and I said mine was too mild. We then twigged what had happened.
So we called the takeaway and they repeated back the correct order to me. The mistake was in the kitchen.
They swiftly brought round the correct food, but asked me to show them the incorrect food as the chef was adamant that he had cooked what he'd been told to cook. I had eaten about half of the lamb mild thing but the writing on the top of the tubs gave the game away.
Be that as it may, I enjoyed the lamb hot thing and my wife enjoyed the chicken mild thing, but that night I got not a wink of sleep, thanks to my guts repeatedly swelling up like a hot air balloon and needing to go to the bathroom every hour or so to emit the most ear-rending and impressive range of flatulence I have ever experienced. It was a wonder how anyone else in the house/street slept through it.
I wondered whether the chef had sought revenge for our temerity in complaining about his mix-up by either including some noxious ingredient, or omitting the anti-flatulence herb. I think our complaint may have quite literally backfired.
Of course I will be using another establishment in future.
However, what I collected & brought home was a chicken hot thing and a lamb mild thing. We sat down and my wife said hers was too hot and I said mine was too mild. We then twigged what had happened.
So we called the takeaway and they repeated back the correct order to me. The mistake was in the kitchen.
They swiftly brought round the correct food, but asked me to show them the incorrect food as the chef was adamant that he had cooked what he'd been told to cook. I had eaten about half of the lamb mild thing but the writing on the top of the tubs gave the game away.
Be that as it may, I enjoyed the lamb hot thing and my wife enjoyed the chicken mild thing, but that night I got not a wink of sleep, thanks to my guts repeatedly swelling up like a hot air balloon and needing to go to the bathroom every hour or so to emit the most ear-rending and impressive range of flatulence I have ever experienced. It was a wonder how anyone else in the house/street slept through it.
I wondered whether the chef had sought revenge for our temerity in complaining about his mix-up by either including some noxious ingredient, or omitting the anti-flatulence herb. I think our complaint may have quite literally backfired.
Of course I will be using another establishment in future.
