It’s been a while since I posted something new on the “dad” blog. There is a lot to catch you up on, so here goes…
One evening, at a McDonald’s outlet, Tiger wanted some Chicken McNuggets. He was almost through eating it when…
Tiger: Papa, I know that the chicken I’m eating is a woman!
Papa: Really? What do you mean?
Tiger: I mean it’s a hen chicken – a girl.
Papa: How do you know that?
Tiger: See, it says right here on the packing. Made from juicy chicken breast. So, it must be a girl chicken, na?
Another day, at a dinner outing, we were waiting for our food to arrive at the table, when I noticed something smoking at the next table. In an effort to keep the kids entertained, I mentioned it to them…
Papa: Look, at the table next to our’s. They’ve ordered a dish that is smoking!
Tiger: Why is that?
Papa: They may have ordered something that sizzles or is served in a hot pot, so smoke comes out for a while.
Tiger: I feel bad for the dish.
Papa: Why? No need to feel bad…
Tiger: Because it will get cancer. Smoking causes cancer, no?
I was having a lunch conversation with my kids and I took the opportunity to vent a little. Instead of addressing customer service problems every day, I’ve been trying to bunch them up and address all of them at a go. One of these days, I had just finished talking to several service providers and was feeling frustrated with the progress I’d made.
Papa: Kids, do you know what I’ve been doing the past few hours?
Papa: I’ve fired ICICI, I’ve fired Airtel, I’ve fired Kotak, I’ve fired Vodafone and I’ve fired the Insurance agent.
Tiger: (Pregnant pause, then cheeky smile…)
Tiger: Papa, you’re going to need a Fire Engine soon!
Can you beat that?!