A Strange Incident I Witnessed

Just moments ago, I ordered some Chinese for take-out at the mall. I waited at the side of the counter where they released the orders, and soon enough the cooks told me my dish was ready. They shouted out to the cashier to come over and hand me my canned soda. The cashier runs over to the side of the counter where I stood, and bent down to open the chest where they kept the soda. As he was stooped over, foraging the chest, one of the cooks stands beside him, out of his line of sight, arms raised holding a plastic tray he was obviously intending to smash over the cashier's head. The cook had a weird smile. He noticed that I was looking at him, and we exchanged glances briefly before he proceeded to bonk the cashier on the head with the tray. The cashier staggered, regained his footing long enough to hand me my Sprite, then gave this I-am-going-to-kill-you look at the cook. The cook, as was his fellow cook, were laughing, but the cashier just kept on staring at them, murder in his eyes. So I left.

Moral: Practical jokes staged for the benefit of restaurant patrons are more or less ignored.