This evening, I felt a tad lazy to cook. Punks is with her mom, trying to bake a cake. I decided that since my neighbour was going to a local chip shop I would tag along and buy myself something to make a small meal.
There was the usual long queue at the Frying Pan.
When it was my turn, after waiting about 20 minutes, I asked the girl serving me for a dozen spicy chicken wings.
'”How much?”
“A dozen.”
“How much is that in numbers?”
“Don’t you know how many that is? 12 !!”
Sigh… why am I not surprised?
