First Impressions ...

Somehow I couldn’t sleep last nite.

Perhaps it was just your average occasional insomniac attack, or perhaps I was anxious about something (hell if I knew what). But however you looked at it .. the fact remained that I couldn’t sleep.

On the bright side – not sleeping enabled me to arrive very much earlier at my office. So early, in fact – that I had to wait outside as nobody else had arrived as of yet.

So I just ambled across the road to the mamak/nasi kandar outlet and ordered a glass of hot tea. And it was then that I noticed this guy (let’s call him brown pants).

He was of an average build – with short messy looking hair and a dark rough complexion as well as an unkept mustache and several days’ old outline of a beard on his lower jaw and face. Now when George Clooney has a few days’ old of hair stubble on, it looks good – this guy only managed to look pitiful.

He also looked as if he was half asleep as his eyeballs looked as if they were trying to burst it’s way out of his half closed eyelids – which were also bloodshot, by the way.

He had a pair of dark brown pants on with a black round collared t-shirt – and he was sitting with a group of other guys who despite their more decent looking appearance, seemed to blend in together perfectly.

Now I’m sorry to say this ... but I actually detested him on sight. I know you shouldn’t judge anyone by appearance .. but this guy really looked like something that crawled out of the back lanes of Chow Kit. I was so tempted to take a pic of him but on second thought .. it would seem like an intrusion of privacy andI didn’t want to start my morning with flying teh-tarik and roti-canai – brown pants seemed fully capable of making a ruckus if he so wanted .. and he had six other guys with him !!

And then the waiter brought over a glass of ‘the-tarik’ and two half boiled eggs. Mr Brown Pants acknowledged his breakfast with a grunt and proceeded to crack open the eggs open onto an empty bowl. He then licked his fingers clean of the egg stains before looking around for the waiter and basically hollering across the place … ‘ Woii mamak .. mana kicap ? ‘

The waiter just sauntered over, pointed out the pepper and soy sauce that was placed on the table beside his eggs when it arrived .......

Well .. as I mentioned earlier .. some people are just assholes.
The question is …… why do I keep running into so many?