Television
One day Ramli was looking to buy a television. (Let's say he couldn't try Courts because he got banned for being unable to continue his installment payments a tad too often.) So he tried this neighbourhood department store that sold a wide range of electrical appliances. Not knowing that the store was prejudiced against Mats, he went in and looked around.
When he finally found what he was looking for, he went up to the sales assistant and asked, "Eh brudder, how much this TV, ah?"
The sales assistant gave him a disgusted look and proclaimed, "Get out of this store, we don't provide service to low-life mats. Fuck off!"
Ramli was very sad, but he was determined to get his TV. So, fortunately for him, he had this make-up artist friend who could do wonders. Ramli was thus disguised as a Chinese, and very well too. It was like a total transformation took place. Even his own mother couldn't recognise him.
So off he went, back to the store, this time just wandering around casually, taking his time until the Sales Assistant came up to him and said, "Good afternoon, sir, may I help you with anything?"
Ramli, in his most distinguished manner, replied, "Yes please, I would like to know, this televisen how much?"
The sales assistant squinted and stared at Ramli for a few seconds, then exclaimed," Look, you stupid cock, I told you once and I'm telling you again that we don't serve people like you so why don't you just fuck off and don't ever come back!"
Ramli was shocked that the salesperson was able to recognise him when even his own mother almost chased him away thinking he was a stranger.
"Eh! how you know I who? My disguise gerek what, how come you still know?" asked the shocked Ramli.
The sales assistant looked at him disgustedly and said," Because, you bodoh, that's a microwave oven."
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