“If he come another time, I'm gonna stab his nose!”, i told my wife while gesturing the action using the plastic fork (that I'm using to eat my fried rice with) on my left hand.
rewind to 30 seconds before
“Tauke, boleh kaya..” with a hand coming thru from between my wife and me. I was surprised - who wouldn't if they were having their dinner and there's a foreign hand appears out of nowhere in between of you and your spouse? I just waved him away.
rewind to about 10 minutes before
An Indian guy, middle-aged I assumed (from his look - if you frequent Teluk Bayan, Sunshine Market, and Super Tanker Food court a lot, then you'll know which one I'm talking about), walking towards our table while we were waiting for our dinner to arrive, handing out a stack of lottery tickets, and said, “Tauke, boleh kaya… May 8 draw..” - yes… the lottery seller. I waved my hand (ala Jedi), signalling that I'm not interested, and he moved to another table.
fast-forward to after the nose-stabbing phrase
Damn it… why can't they let people eat in peace, or at least, approach them from the front instead of from someone's side or back? Also, why can they take note whether or not the person they were approaching had been approached by himself before, like 5-10 minutes ago?? The guy was just lucky that my reflexes didn't kick in that fast (i was busy with my dinner)alternate ending, if my reflexes kicks in fast enough
*stabs plastic fork on the stack of lottery tickets - barely missing the finger by 0.5cm*
*elbows the lottery seller in the ribs, until he bents down*
*whispers in the ear* BOOH!
*another elbow following the whisper, sending the lottery seller to the ground*
I have nothing against lottery sellers - it's just that they always get in way at the wrong place at the wrong time. Take this for instance (at Super Tanker foodcourt, the car park area, at a different time):
from a distance:
Ah Chi… Ah Ko…. beh lottery boh?? tolong wa tampok hor boh??
(sister…brother…buy lottery or not?? help me a bit can or not??)
The first time I heard that at night, me and my wife got freaked out and run away. OK.. i made up the run away part, but really got me scared - suddenly there's sound came out of nowhere, in the dark. Mana tau, there's a lottery seller hiding somewhere between the parked cars. I thought ghost lottery seller - almost scared the shit out of me…:evil:
Share your experience with lottery sellers here
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disco-very
May 4th, 2005 at 4:40 pm
1haha, I know how you feel. sometimes they just pop out of nowhere. At least most of the lottery dudes get the not-interested hint. It's the peddlers who are damn hardcore.
elphinstone
May 5th, 2005 at 10:55 am
2ehh, that indian lottery seller usually leaves us alone when we shake our heads… and he always approached me from the front one..
i think i hate those supposedly “charity” salesman / girl more
so annoying.
lynnee
May 5th, 2005 at 2:08 pm
3ini orang main syndicate punya. u buy from them means u putting $$$$$ into their pimp's (or whatever their “tao” is called) pockets.
how much do u think actually goes to them?
i pity them actually but at the same time i know no matter how much i give them, it will all still go to the pimp who already got big fat money. so what's the point?
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