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Let's talk about sex, baby.

Monday, October 01, 2007

The title of this entry is not at all suggestive. In fact, it is entirely factual and was derived from an incident that happened to me a few days ago.

Last week, I brought a new colleague of mine to the shop at my office's canteen. My colleague wanted to order a new name-tag, which he says will reflect his name more accurately.

So I brought him to the shop which does name-tags and he placed his order.

I had nothing to do while he wrote his name, so instead of staring at the shopkeeper, I started yakking to her.

It was a bad move.

One good way of talking to strangers (now I'm not saying that we should, but it's just a good way that we can) is to talk about the occasion. So I said, 'Hey can I change my name-tag to 'H. Ye' instead of my full name, 'Ye HongXiang?''

The shopkeeper said, 'Why do you want that?'

So I explained myself, and said that I didn't want to have my full name plastered on my chest all the time.

She gave me a look and said, 'Well, if you have money, you can have anything.'

I have to admit that the sexual tension in the air then made me rather uncomfortable.

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