My not-so-new department is a mini United Nations. You can find people of many different races and nationalities working together. My team lead is a senior guy from North Carolina (satu mukim ngan Kaktek tuh). Another parallel team that I work with is led by and India-Indian guy. Sitting directly opposite me is an Englishman. To my right is an American born Chinese. His good friend, a flamboyant Scotsman, comes over for a chat every now and then. Others in the department include Malaysians of the usual three major races, Germans, China-Chinese, Indonesians, Filipinos, French, South African.. what else.. perhaps several more.
One afternoon while we were busy working, the Englishman who sat opposite me (let’s call him Mr. B) made a phone call...
Mr. B: Hello, is that Wahab?
[*Thinking* Mr. B got a Malay friend? Biar betul. And his name was Wahab? Klasiknya.]
Mr. B: Wahab, is that you?
[*Assuming* At the other end Wahab asked “Who’s that?”]
Mr. B: It’s B here.
[*Assuming* Wahab couldn’t recall and asked “B who?”]
Mr. B: We met the other day. It’s me, B, the scary mat saleh!
Hahahahaha! Couldn’t believe Mr. B just called himself “scary mat saleh”! Super funny!
Guess what happened after that?
Wahab hanged up the phone! So Mr. B had to call him again!
From their second conversation, I gathered that Wahab was actually a wireman that Mr. B was trying to hire to install some electrical stuffs at his home. Apparently since they met, Mr. B had been having a tough time to get Wahab’s commitment to do the work.
Couldn’t help to wonder what kind of impression had Mr. B given to Wahab during their first meeting?
Because it seemed to me that Wahab was still scared of the scary mat saleh :-D