Oh, the Humanity
The household tyrant (HT from now on) offered, out of kindness (or so she thought to herself) the domestic servant (DS) some biscuits for tea. The DS did not fancy them and left them on the kitchen table. At 10pm the HT found them still on the table, harangued the DS for not consuming them, and yelled “Makan!”. She followed this with a rant on various household matters, ending the rant with “Are you going to eat them??”. The DS, head lowered, said “yes”. The HT: “Mum don’t like you like this. I ask you makan, you makan.” DS: “Yes.”
