Dugaan.

I was served pork yesterday for dinner.

It's always shocking when you know there's pork
product on your plate. It takes courage to tell the manager
that you don't eat pork.

Even more to make him know that you can't mix them.

If I'm a character in a TV show, there'd be a swine
dancing in front of me right now, taunting me.

"You can take them aside and eat the salad"

Yeah, right.

20 minutes to go.

"It's alright guys, you can have your dinner first, I still have
a few minutes left before the sun sets"

All the while, I'm eyeing the bread, hoping they wouldn't
finish them too fast.

The time came and I gulped down a bottle of Coke and
some bread.

That gave me some major gas leakage. Burp.

When they saw that I didn't touch the plate, I explained

"I can't eat food mixed with pork"

"I will let the canteen operator know about this. I have
specifically told them to make a pork-free meal for
you. I will speak to them in the morning"

Whatever, man.

Yesterday had pretty good progress so the engineer
pushed them to test until late at night. Almost midnight.

Bugger. I hope the eatery's not closed yet.

Yep. A bit lucky. Ever reliable Strog Shawarma.

Arrived this morning, and approached by a staff.

"I have spoke to the canteen staff this morning.
They wish to inform that they regret not complying
to the request. They have no reason whatsoever not to
provide what has been asked"

Whoa?