My stay in SG [part 2-some random scenes: customer service]

This part is dedicated to all the people who have contributed positively to my hatred towards sg.

1st scene (a random day in 2006 or 2007, NUS Business School Library): So I was there copying notes when I realized that my cash-card was running out of credit. As I didn't usually top up my cash card other than using the ATM, I had no idea that there was such a top up machine in the library, let alone to understand how it worked. Not knowing what to do with the god damn machine, I expected this indian lady (soon-to-be slut) to help me. I still can't believe what she said: "You can't operate this machine and you call yourself a uni student?" (of course in the singlish version). Oh fuck you bitch, do you think all foreigners need to know how all the stupid machines in this island work? You gotta be freakin' horny....oops, I mean, you gotta be kiddin' me.

2nd scene (few months ago, Shaw Lido Theatre): It was my treat for my friend, so I was the one queuing for the ticket. After paying the $$, I was supposed to get a 1$ change. I did get 1 $, in ten 10cent coins.

me: "Can I just get a 1$ coin instead?"
made-in-sg whore: "Those are 1$"
me: "Oh come on, don't be such a jerk. I know exactly that
these add up to 1$"

Sounds like a usual conversation? Hmm, maybe...but if you were there with me hearing the entire conversation, you'd know exactly why this yet-another singaporean deserved to be titled a whore.

made-in-sg whore: "next time you come, you just pay me the
exact amount"
me: "yeah?you think? well you know what bitch, you singaporeans
really have to learn a lot about customer service"
(leaving, convinced enough that she was on her way...to hell)

3rd scene (couple weeks ago, SimLim square). To appreciate what really happened, I have to tell you -in case you're not familiar enough with sg, sth. you should thank God for- that this SimLim square is quite similar to Jakarta's Glodok or US' Chinatown where they usually set a higher price for all the goods, and where bargaining skill does matter. That day, I was looking for an iPod case. I initially managed to bargain from 29$ to 18$, but since it was a silicon case, I decided to take another look at other stores. After a few minutes of walk, I learnt that I should never come back to this brothel.

me: "how much is this?"
old man: "22"
...
me: "is this the best price I can get?"
old man: "22 is already cheap what...you want cheaper you go
to pasar malam" (Disclaimer: this is HIS singlish)
me: "fuck you old man" (leaving, full of wrath I didn't even
bother to buy what I was looking for)

There are still millions of similar scenes, and I'm afraid this part would take days to write if I were to list them down one by one. So, I think we should just wrap it up here, and be ready for the next part, the one that convinced me a billion percent not to stay any longer in sg. It's the fuckin' experience -pardon my French- I went through few months ago after almost 4 years disliking sg.