Early this morning, my worker informed that there was an Indian wishing to meet me for a personal matter.
That sounded a bit weird - and I hesitated for a short while before I went out to face the Indian.
In his 50s, the Indian self-introduced with a card as a "Life Preditor" ( or fortune teller, as we normally call). Seeing this, I immediately turned him away diplomatically.
This was not the first time I encountered a fortune teller. When I first came out to work, an Indian dropped in my office one morning. Very politely, he requested for a short audience.
I was then very much just a greenhorn. Without too much deeper thinking, I happily invited the Indian to a seat. He then went straight to the point, introducing himself as a fortune teller.
A glib talker, indeed, he gave an impressive presentation of my life analysis. Besides that, his magical gimmicks also mesmerized me.
I was almost hoodwinked into going further when a sudden flash in my mind swung me back to reality. I gestured to him for a stop - and for the most amusing lip-service rendered, I paid him off with RM20. Apparently, he expected more.
This incident taught me a lesson : never give fortune tellers or other glib talkers a slightest chance even to start off. Exercise your good diplomacy to turn them away before they start rolling.
Avoid eye contact with them - they may possess certain hypnotizing or supernatural power, someone advised me.
I value very much this golden advice.
Chang Ta Kang : Council Negri Member
1 week ago
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1 comment:
Tony, they need to make a living....
Are they the ones with a parrot picking the cards? Many people believe in this kind of things because life seems to be determined by others and not really controlled by ourselves.
Your description of food at Premier is very good. My only concern is the price. They must be several times higher than that along the streets in the kopitiams. When we travel, it is quite common for us to avoid the restaurants in the hotels. The bill is just too high. I would do it only when going to places like Egypt or third-world countries, where we have no way to order good food along the streets (but I still tried).
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