I was in ToysRus looking for last minute Christmas for the kids, minding my own business. Boring lah, you know, Christmas shopping can be. Jared was pestering me about buying him some Pokemon, Power Ranger and something else I cannot remember liao. But I reminded him that he pre-ordered his Christmas present which was a Nintendo DS he shares with Joshua. I think that Nintendo DS already bust a budget here and there ā so, I told them that they forfeit their regular Christmas present lor. Joshua was fine with thatā¦.erm, Jared is having a little bit of trouble understanding the concept of āforfeitā.
I was carrying this transformable robot thing with me for a nephew when a man suddenly approached me, poking at the robot box. āWhereād you get that, Miss? It looks pretty coolā. This is an elderly man who was holding a more expensive and funky looking robot toy, dark skinned, pot-bellied, moustache-y fella with glasses. At first glance, he looks like a father to a teenage boy. I pointed out where I got the robot set and tried to be helpful cause he looked a little lost.
Then he struck a conversation pulak.
āMiss, youāre a very nice person and I am from India. I work with the airlines, you see, and I donāt have that many friends hereā
āWhich airlines?ā
āAir India. I stay at a hotel in ***ā āYou donāt have a residence here?ā
I know a lot of airline people staying opposite my condo which is a hive for air stewards, stewardesses, pilots, cabin crews and such. This fella donāt look like a steward for sure, if yes, I will never fly Air India. And anyway, the authenticity of his claim is still in question.
āNo, no, no. I come very often but every time I come, we stay a few days in hotelsāā¦.which is funny because they he comes so often, wouldnāt it be more cost-effective for the company to just rent a home here for the people?
āHhhhmmmā¦.oh, OK, good luck with the toy, then. For your son?ā
āYes, for my son in Indiaā
āOK, see ya aroundā ā standard greeting or goodbye line, right?
āYes, why not? When can I see you around?ā
???????????
āNo, I meanā¦..yeah, like any timeā
āOh, then can I have your number?ā
?????????!!!!!!!
āGive me your numberā
āI donāt have a number here. I am staying in a hotelā ā hhmmmmā¦.come here often? No cell phone number?
āYour email address, thenā
āOh, I am not into all those stuff. But I can probably get my wife to iron that out for meā ā wife check email from female stranger from another country? Do I really look like a Ding-Dong or what????
Jared was still harping on about the Power Ranger toy, pulling out my cell phone from my back pocket to show me how displeased he is with me. Out dropped from business cards from my pocket. I picked them up, shot Jared a killer stare and passed the Indian man a card.
āOk, hereās my card. Byeā
Incredulous, I watched him read my card while I was trying to remember if I have stated my address in the card. Phewā¦.takda (donāt have)!
āCan I give you a call in the morning? Sayā¦.10 oāclock?ā
āHuh? Whatās the rush?ā ā No, I really said that. As in raised eyebrows saying whatās-the-fucking-rush? Maybe heās in the network marketing thing or something?
āHow about 2pm after lunch?ā
āWhatever. Look I have to go. See ya aā¦.I mean, bye. Gotta go!ā
I scurried off with my tail between my legs.
***
Next afternoon. 2pm after lunch. Phone rang and it was really this farker, you know! He started off with a nice little āhiā and that how was my morning and such frivolous niceties. I entertainā¦.waiting for him to hit lower below the belt.
He kena withā¦.. āCan we come out for a short chat or somethingā¦.say tomorrow?ā
āListen, I donāt usually go out with strangers for no reason. I am not so liberal with such things. Even my motherās got to make appointment to see me and my kids, I donāt think I have the time for thisā Farker!
āOh, I know.Itās not like that, BABE. Donāt take it like thatā
Babe???!!!!! TIU NIA MA CHOW HAI. Nobody in this world calls me BABE! My blood is really boiling this time!
For some reason, the line was cut.
Phone ring again.
āYes?ā I answer. I want to give this farker a piece of mind and turn him into chee-cheong-fun if he dares call me babe again. At the back of my mind, I was thinking, maybe I heard wrong.
āSo, how about it, tomorrow afternoon. Just for a short while, babe. Very quick and itāll be very quietā
QUIET???? Babe again? If I were to go out with a āFRIENDā, I would want to make it as loud as possible! Why quiet? Whatās to hide? If I were to go out with a male friend, which sometimes I do, I make sure I parade the friend all aroundā¦.despite their discomfort. I donāt care if thereās nothing to hide. But quiet?????
This bloody farker is really asking for it.
āFirst, donāt call me babe because I met you for 5 minutes only. Two, call me only when your intentions are genuine. I am not into these things, Mister. Really. I hope to end this on a good note, but I MIGHT CONSIDER talking to you on the phone but judging from what youāre saying, you could be a raving mad lunatic prowling the streets of Chow Kit for all I know, so, I am not going out with you. Byeā
Hui-Yorā¦.I tell you. My blood boiling until I wanna pengsan!
This should teach me (and you) something. Even toy stores are not safeā¦.donāt let your kids go to Pasar Malam alone! There are a bunch of our citizens who came out of the wrong hole in their motherās backside and act like they have shit for brains.
Damn ANGRY, man! Babeā¦ā¦.urgh! Nobody bloody calls me ābabeā until I ask them to or if they have a death wish!
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I had a slightly similar experience with an Afghan/Pakistani while at a public beach with my kids.. :P
see....that's why they're weird lor. *shiver*