The Metal Detector Test

If the packet of chicken rice I had today for lunch were made to go through one of those metal detector tests, it would've failed the test. A nut (thankfully, no bolt) measuring 1cm in diameter was hiding among the rice, pretending to be a piece of chicken.

Luckily, I spotted it before shoving it away in my mouth. Anybody out there would probably have had the experience of mistakenly crunch any kind of metal with their teeth sometime in the younger days of their life. It is a no-good feeling. :)

That said, nothing was done thereafter. Not that I can't be bothered, but analysing the situation logically, the optimal solution is just to forget it. I could've:

1.) Brought it back to the stall, and demanded a new packet. And take another risk with the probability of finding the missing bolt somewhere...

2.) Brought it back to the stall, and demanded a refund. But the rice only costs $2.50, and I'd most probably be viewed as a trouble-maker if I made a scene at the stall asking for $2.50 back.

By not doing 1.) & 2.), I have saved myself a possible 30-mins trip (travelling down + a probable argument), with the embarrasment of kicking up a ruckus there or being blamed in return for placing the nut there in the rice.

3.) Complained to the what's-the-name government department about the unhygienic conditions of the chicken rice stall. They probably would take the details down, and not bother with it anymore, since my case would probably be the only isolated incident (unless the person who finds the missing bolt reports it too).

4.) Complained as mentioned above, and they would take action, by suspending the license of the stall for 1? 3? 6? months. And when everything's cleared up, the chicken rice stall would be back to it's usual way of operations. Hmm... doesn't seem to help it, does it?

By not doing 3.) & 4.), I have saved myself future call-ups by the what's-the-name government department, lest they require my assistance in their future investigations. And I would've prevented myself from being branded as exhibiting the worst type of Singaporean attitude: The Comprain King/Queen.

"Not happy? Comprain to your NPP (Neighbourhood Police Post) la~!"

"Everyday only know how to comprain comprain comprain..."

"Why? You think I scared you comprain issit??!!"