Understand or not?

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An Asian woman in a bank, in Australia, was exchanging her money and asked the teller,"Why it change? Yestoday I get two hunat dollar fo my money, today I only get a hunat eighty?"
The teller says slowly, "Fluctuations."
The Asian woman says, "Fluc you white guys too"

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When I was in Malaysia recently, I made it a point to come out to KL as much as possible. Though Klang is not that far away from KL anymore considering the hours people spend in commute these days and how our road systems have improved (trying not to throw up here), I still found it rather cumbersome. Maybe it was that one hour I have to spend sitting in the train that puts me off. Maybe it was the fear of having some 'kutu' sit next to me with his legs "terkangkang" and smelling of yesterday's rendang. I really do not know but even if I had my own vehicle to move around, driving out to KL seems daunting enough.

Still, I ventured out to KL. Spending a day out with my sister and her children was motivation enough to get in that train and LRT to KLCC. It was a joy to see the little ones happy. Another great motivation for me to get up and get out to K.L. was meeting my best friend, Pat. I would count it as a day of "catching up and exchanging ideas about some people in our lives". Oh, we never gossip... we just exchange ideas.

Anyway, during one of my trips to KL, I was appalled by some people's behaviour. I was close to screaming bloody murder at a group of kampung boys (about six of them) who decided to crowd around me while I purchased LRT tickets at the machine. Despite of my asking them to please step back (mind you, in Bahasa Malaysia) and give me room to breathe, they surrounded me and watched every step of my purchase. Of course, the wonderful machines at the station decided to give me trouble and for every second I spent trying to feed our 'almighty' ringgit through, the closer the boys moved into my space. I finally gave in to their lack of awareness and courtesy and moved to the next machine, which thankfully was working. I wonder what was lost in translation. Didn't they understand me when I asked them to give me some room? I know I did not say "tolong bagi saya bilik".

Then there was another incident where Pat and I ordered our meal at Pizza Hut in KLCC. We requested for soups and two sets of garlic bread. Easy meal, correct? Not really, not to the staff of Pizza Hut. The soups came but the garlic bread was nowhere in sight. We were halfway through our soup and wondered if they were having some oven problem in the kitchen. After asking three waiters if our garlic bread was getting too crusty in the oven, it suddenly appeared on our table - reduced to room temperature. No, it was not magic like David Copperfield's. It was more like the waiter had to drag himself from the counter with our plate because God forbid, our garlic bread weighed a ton. Maybe it weighs more when it gets cold. Who knows? So, which part of soup and garlic bread did they not understand?

I don't mean to complain so much but I just cannot help it. These characters just beg me to say something about them. God forgive me!