Meeting my new director

I was employed in the Northern state of Malaya, and at the time of this story, was the most senior among officers.

That morning we were expecting a new director for our office. I went to the washroom to answer the call of nature. While standing at the urinal I could hear a senior gentleman cursing the weather and his bosses for transferring him to a godforsaken place. I realised from his mumblings he was my new boss. I wished him “good morning”and said we were expecting him that morning. Then I accompanied him to the office and showed him to his room. I told the Chief Clerk who was seated outside the bosses room to introduce him to the other members in the office and headed to my room.

I had hardly got into my room when I heard a knock on the door of my room. It was my boss. Before I could say anything my boss asked me to accompany him to a coffee shop. His 5 children were in the car indulging in their own games and were making a lot of noise as they had not had their breakfast yet and were hungry.

We headed to a nearby food court, ordered food for the children and waited at a nearby table to allow the kids to finish their meal. I realised it was a mistake as the children were playing with their meals and had no table manners. Their father did not admonish them either. I could sense the stall holder was irritated too but held his peace as he believed in the adage the customer is always right. When I went to pay the bill he refused my money and said he hoped I will not bring this crowd of unruly children to his shop again as his customers were senior citizens and came here for a quiet drink. When my boss asked me why the stall holder refused payment I told him he recognised him as my boss and declined to accept payment.

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