A Malaysian
practice I grew up observing, but never quite understood: When customers
placing an order for food in a restaurant point to an item on the menu and ask
the waiter, “Eh, this one nice, ah?”
I mean, what the
heck were they expecting the poor chap to say? “Oh, Sir... actually it tastes
like vomit, smells like shit, and has the texture of sandpaper. But we thought
we’d put it on the menu anyway, charge an arm and a leg for it, and have a good
laugh at the sad sods that are actually stupid enough to order and eat it
nonetheless. Can I interest you in a serving? Very good, Sir.”
