Reading
kastaway_83's entry on a somewhat dubious
conversation at work reminded me of an even more perculiar conversation I had with a colleague who was allegedly AJ (AAJ).
(whilst having a post-lunch cuppa)
AAJ: Hey, I need to get poppers later for my friend's party.
Me: Huh? (who the hell comes out like this?)
AAJ: Yeah, at this shop just round the corner.
Me: Huh?!?!?! (CBD got sell this kind of sleazy stuff meh?)
AAJ: You know, the shop selling party assessories like hats and confetti.
Me: OK... (Oh THAT kind of popper. WTF was that a test?)
(Decided to return him the favour 5 mins later)
Me: Have you been to (slightly mumbled) Tower Club?
AAJ: (eyebrows twitching ever so slightly) Huh???
Me: (trying not to smile) ToweRRR Club... that executive club at the top of Republic Plaza.
AAJ: Oh no lah.... no money.
He's a crafty old one, so not so easy to trap him...