Under the table

I was in a Chinese takeaway last night carefully checking everything I ordered was in the bag, its all fun and games until you get home and and an item is missing, one has no choice but to check the bag there and then on the counter. Whilst I was meticulously checking the bag item by item a verbal bust -up emanated from the kitchen. ” Fuck you” said a voice from the kitchen, ” No, fuck you” said another voice from the kitchen. The kitchen door swung open and a delivery driver stormed out with what I deduced was the owner in hot pursuit. ” That’s it, you’re paying under the table here, I’m going to the revenue” said the delivery driver. I fucking love scenarios like this. The owner who was chinese responded with ” You go where you fucking like, you go revenue you in bigger trouble than me’. I gave way to laughter and satisfied every item was in the bag I exited said takeaway.