Rude tea-boy
I went to one of our client’s offices last Thursday to install a module that I had developed for the CMS (Content Management System) that they had purchased from us. There wasn’t anybody there in the reception area and I cannot go directly inside the department office as you need to swipe the company card before you can enter so I stood there for quite sometime. (Un)Fontunately, a Bangladeshi teaboy passed by and noticed me standing there.
Bangladeshi teaboy <em>looking at me like I’m some dirty beggar</em>: What do you want?
Moi: I’ve come to see Ms. ****
Bangladeshi teaboy: Why?
Moi: I’m sorry? <em>’Cheeky bastard.’</em>
Bangladeshi teaboy: She does not know you, you cannot see her.
Moi: I have an appointment with her. <em>*gritting teeth*</em>
Bangladeshi teaboy: Hmph. Hurry up! Come.
<em>*Follow rude Bangladeshi.</em>
Bangladeshi teaboy: Hurry! (very annoyed)
After reaching that lady’s office cubicle, I immediately complained to her the office boy’s rudeness and lack of respect. She assured me that it will never happen again.
I was so pissed off with the way he talked to me. Actually I wanted to give him the firing of his life, but I figured I’d just tell it directly to his boss than waste my energy. Let her do the talking 
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