My husband and I was craving for rice porridge on Friday, so we went to this one shop near our home. 15 minutes after ordering, we got our rice porridge. But funny thing was, the rice porridge looked different. When scooped, there was no starch at all. I know it by one look.

And so, I called to the shop owner and asked her about the porridge. She told me that it was blended and that she added plain soup to it. I told her that that it’s not the way to cook porridge and after few arguments, she finally spoke the truth. She ran out of porridge.

If only she told earlier that she has no more porridge, my husband and I would look for another shop. We felt cheated. In the end, we asked for plain rice instead but ate only a little bit as our appetite has been suppressed.

Truth should’ve been told in 6 simple words: Sorry, I ran out of porridge. I don’t even mind if it was told in 5; without the very first word.