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Just another ordinary day at work... or so I thought. At approximately 1830 hours, a person (I have yet to determine his/her actual sex, but I'll assume he's male) walked into my shop asking for name card holders. He carried the odour which suggested hours of sweat-inducing labour and days of avoiding the bathroom.

Me: Okay, sure. Right this way.

The person takes a name card holder, looks at it and puts it back. Then, he takes another identical one and puts it back.

Me: Uhh... What are you looking for?
Person: Boh yow kin. I choose myself. I want new ones.
Me: Okay... *Looks at the entire box of IDENTICAL name card holders*

I left to attend to other business. At 1845 hours, we prepared to close shop. I began counting the money in the cash register. The person approaches the counter.

Person: Can you change this for me? *Shows 10 dollar bill*
Me: Okay. Into what?
Person: Change new ones.
Me: Huh?
Person: Please show me your 10 dollar bills. I change with the new ones.

And we went on changing from one 10 dollar bill to another. At last, the person was satisfied.

Me (thinking): Okay, time to close shop.

And the person takes out 5 dollar bills.

Person: Thank you ah, thank you, ah, sir. Now, please show me your 5 dollar bills. I want to see got new one or not.
Me: Huh? Why do you want new ones?
Person: I want to keep. (He said chiu instead of siu by the way)
Me: ...Okay.

Good thing we only had four RM5 bills in there. The person then walks away.

Me: Phew... Finally we can close shop.

The person appears on my right and holds out 1 dollar bills.

Person: Thank you for your help ah, sir. Now, show me your RM1 bills. I want to change.
Me (not losing my cool): Here. *Shows RM1 bills*

And again.............change one bill for another. I nearly lost count of how many the person took.

Person: Okay, thank you. Thank you, ah. Thank you, ah. Thank you for your help ah.

And then the person walks right inside the cashier booth and starts picking our name cards. Before I even asked,

Person: I want KC's (My colleague) name card.
Me: Here. *Hands out name card*
Person: Never mind. I choose myself. I want new one. Thank you for just now ah.

Once again, I glanced at the small stack of identical name cards bearing my colleague's name. But I already knew 'sense' was hardly present in that person's head, so I just let him be.

Person: I want plastic bag. I take myself. Thank you ah.

And he went on CHOOSING plastic bags. I couldn't be bothered and just left the counter to finish up things in the office. And even from in there, I could hear him thanking Jimmy and KC for who-knows-what.

After I came back out, the person had taken everything he wanted. And she continued thanking me and my two other colleagues who were present.

Person: Thank you, Jimmy. Thank you, KC. Thank you, sir (he/she doesn't know my name). Thank you, ah.
Jimmy: We're going to close now. Please go out.
Person: Okay, I know.

And the person walks out. We shut off the lights, computers, main switch and turned on the alarm. The moment we stepped out, the person was there waving at us.

Person: Bye bye, Jimmy. Bye bye, KC. Bye bye, sir. Bye bye. Bye bye.
Jimmy: Okay.
Person: Jimmy, do you drive?
Jimmy (obviously sensing trouble): Yes, and I need to go to customer's house? Bye.
Person: Okay, bye bye, Jimmy. Bye bye, KC. Bye bye, sir. Bye bye. Bye bye. Bye bye. Bye bye.

The three of us knew the person was still behind us as we proceeded to the carpark since the "bye bye"s never got distant. I walked straight without even looking back. KC reached his bike first and sped off. Jimmy and I went to his car and once again, there stood the person in front of the backdoor of the carpark.

Person: Jimmy, where you going?
Jimmy: Uhh... Air Itam. And it's going to take a very very long time, so bye.
Person: Okay, bye bye, Jimmy. See you tomorrow.
Jimmy: Yeah, see you tomorrow...
Person: Okay, bye bye. Bye bye....

We sped off like hell and Jimy begins telling me abut the person.

Jimmy: He has been into our shop more than 10 times over the past few years. The person is weird so just tell him that everything is the same when he starts choosing. Even the boss is scared of him. My senior once told me, "Remember that guy's face well. Do not serve him or you will regret it." I didn't listen and well...... KC also made the same mistake.

Suddenly, Jimmy noticed a Kembara tailing us VERY closely and continued so for a very long time.

Both of us: Don't tell me he's following us in a car too!?

Jimmy immediately switched to his Initial D driving skills and sped off, dodging cars and drifting corners, all in third and fourth gear. After we gained some distance, Jimmy checked his mirrors again and confirmed that it wasn't the person, but a woman with long hair.

Jimmy: That better not be his sister. If he sticks his head out of the car shouting "Jimmy!", wa kiong kan ee eh !@#$%^& (He swore in a mixture of Hokkien and Cantonese so I didn't catch what he said)

We breathed a sigh of relief when no familiar face popped out of that car.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.