Previously I ever heard this story about the Roti Prata man, here's what it involve; early one day, I was filling myself with these mouth watering plate of kosong roti-prata, dipped thouroughly with its curry, then I noticed this Prata man, while flipping and tossing his hand made prata, he seemed like in some sort of pain, outof the sudden, I saw him dashing straight to the toilet, after a few mins or so, he came out, seeing him so much relieved and happier, he somehow continued with his work. This is the important part, I begin to scrutinised him whether he had his hands wet or etc, and indeed, his hands were a bit wet, and he just rub it off with a piece of cloth available and start tossing away with his prata. Then I seriously begin to puke, because, I somehow begin to wandered in my mind, about his hands being used to do his prata and also his just accomplised "toilet" mission, plus, even worst, there was stains marking of yellowish on his sarong, which coincidentally resembled the curry too that I'm taking, oh really gosh, I just can't help myself from further suspicion, was that those argh err..."stuff" leftover from his toilet business or was it pure curry, I throw up as soon as I left the table and went to in a fluff. This encounter, I told myself, I will never try roti prata again...cos if you can distinguish the true "stains" of his curry or his stomache discharge???? plus not forgetting his "hands" and most common coffeeshop I believe doesn't provide ready liquid soap or etc and that particluar coffeeshop that I visited, simply lacks of such requisites.
Gee...do you ever have such a experience? and will this story ruin your appetite for Roti-Prata?
