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the gloved one*Had lunch with my client this afternoon. At the corner coffee shop adjacent to her office block.As I sat down, the waiter came to take the order for drinks. He wears a hair band. Go figure. "Soya Cincau," I told him. He looked at me like I just ordered a tall glass of blue milk (Blue Milk? Think Star Wars. Think Luke Skywalker's fave drink.) or just spoke Marsian (Yeah. My broken Cantonese equals that) "Soya Cincau," I repeated, louder this time. He raised his left eyebrow slightly. Just then, one other waitress came to my rescue. "Khoi oi Michael Jackson lah," she quipped. ("She wants a 'Michael Jackson'".) "Oooooh!," he replied while nodding his head before walking away. Ha. Hilarious! But brilliant, nonetheless. July 13, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 3:33 pm | |
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