My no nos when shopping

Things I don’t like when I go shopping.

1. I don’t like to be asked “Yes, what do you want, sir?” immediately on entering a shop. I would like to browse around a while and only contact the attendant or the shop owner when I feel like it. Even when I had said I would like to look around first, I hate to hear the words. “Yes, sir, anything I can do for you,” only after just a few minutes of standing around. I would feel like saying, “Come on, give a man some break, will you?”

2. I detest to be followed by the person in attendance wherever I go. I feel nervous and uneasy with the person standing nearby. I feel like being watched on every move I make. With the person standing nearby even scratching my nose makes me feel very conscious. “Hey! Back off, will you? Go and hide somewhere! Don't be a cctv!”

3. I don’t, especially, like to go to the shampoo section of a supermarket, where heavily made up girls almost pull you by your hand and try to sweet talk to you to buy their products. Not that I don’t like the girls but their leech-like temperament and persistence puts me off.

Proton Mahathir!

Several weeks back there were a few friendly urges by fellow Malaysians to name a car after the Malaysian car, Proton, founder; Tun Dr. Mahathir, the former prime minister of Malaysia being the man. The name 'Proton Mahathir' was suggested. The justification was that other cars were also named after their founders, like Toyota, Honda, Ford, etc.

Well, I just can’t help laughing of the consequences of naming the car Proton Mahathir! You know, like someone might say Mahathir has a good pick up, and the face of the man itself may come up in our mind for a while. One might think, “Why he is 80 years old!

Or one’s utterance of “ My Mahathir broke down” may make someone feel sorry for him, “Poor Mahathir!”

Mahathir himself may die of shame if someone were to say he saw Mahathir emitting blackish smoke! Or, like riding a Mahathir was bumpy!

No sir, better don’t name any car after Mahathir! Give the man some respite, will ya! Ha ha!