Going to the shop and not getting served.
It's the main reason I go, standing there like a spare prick at a wedding waiting for acknowledgement. Especially when it is as hot as it is now and I am working up a sweat. Standing there feeling sticky, uncomfortable and in need of a shower whilst not getting served is one of my favourite things. I shall make a note to do it more often, perhaps I can take the family with me next time.
I also love the look of displeasure that I receive when I politely bring attention to the fact that there is a paying customer in the shop, that customer being myself. I love the look of contempt because I am actually bothering them so that I can give them some money. It is a fantastic feeling.
And to top it all of. My favourite thing of all, after finally receiving acknowledgement and getting served, is when somebody comes out from nowhere, places an order and manages to jump the queue. That is my favourite bit, when some fucking muppet pushes you aside to order his blend 285 and the shopkeepers jump to his needs immediately whilst I stand there like a hot, sweaty prick. I fucking love it I do, I fookin love it.
I shall definitely patronise the fore-mentioned establishment again, without a doubt.
Don't you just love Thailand.