As I sat in a taxi yesterday, the old Chinese taxi driver asked me :
TaxiDriver : Do you smell durians?
Me : Well, no. Why ?
TaxiDriver : Yesterday it rained. A customer wanted to bring in the durians that he bought. I wanted to say no. You know how it is, rain plus air-cond , in a car. The smell will stick. Foreigner will complain. It is not good for me.
Me : Well, it smells nice, uncle.
Both of us remained silent. You know those awkward silence when you don't know whether to continue talking or not. So I asked him, trying to maintain the conversation that usually I don't know how to keep up.
Me : You don't like durian?
TaxiDriver : No, no, I do ! I love durians.I don't know how to respond afterwards. I was just silently hoping that he wouldn't ask me whether I like durians or not.
Because I don't.
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A taste I failed to understand even how many times I tried.
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I don't eat durian either... It's quite odd how people make it feel like I'm less Malaysian if I don't like durian.
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Yeah! Found a new gang here! Say NO to Durian! Hahahaha :)
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