Today afternoon, it was lunchtime and church service had ended, so we went to the food court at the nearby shopping mall. It was quite crowded there, even though it was only 11 in the morning. After a few minutes of searching, we finally found a table big enough for the five of us. We got seated, my father passed me a ten-dollar bill and I went to buy my food. I scanned the different stores showcasing their unique and delicious meals,wondering what I should eat. However, one store caught my attention, the western store. It was a new store, I had never seen it there before. I made my way to the western store.
When I got there, I looked at the menu there. After contemplating for awhile, i decided to go with the "Happiness Plate"-three pieces of deep-fried chicken wings and french fries and garlic toast. I told the vendor, in broken Mandarin," I would the Happiness Plate please." He replied in Mandarin," Sorry, but we have run out of chicken." Incredulous, I said, again in broken Mandarin, half expecting a camera to pop out soon." What do you mean you have run out of chicken? Is this a joke?" He explained to me how it happened, how the delivery was delayed, so if I wanted the chicken , I would have to wait. Rather annoyed, I decided to order the bolognaise spaghetti.
This was definitely a very unusual experience, but looking back, I find it quite amusing how it happened.
It's a surely unusual occasion!
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