Why do they even bother asking...

A Malaysian practice I grew up observing, but never quite understood: When customers placing an order for food in a restaurant point to an item on the menu and ask the waiter, “Eh, this one nice, ah?”

I mean, what the heck were they expecting the poor chap to say? “Oh, Sir... actually it tastes like vomit, smells like shit, and has the texture of sandpaper. But we thought we’d put it on the menu anyway, charge an arm and a leg for it, and have a good laugh at the sad sods that are actually stupid enough to order and eat it nonetheless. Can I interest you in a serving? Very good, Sir.”