I meant to write about this earlier but forgot about it in the days that followed. Earlier today, I saw the subject at the office lobby and my mind went straight to the occassion and I immediately broke into a fit of poorly-stifled laughter.
I attended a lunchtime open house hosted by one of our institutional investors last week, at D3w4n P3rd4n4 Feld4. The investor is a Bumi institution, and the staff are quite conservative. A casual conversation with one of their bosses at one time turned into a mini-lecture about zakat.
So anyway. I went with my lady-boss and her secretary and very nearly went to the wrong hall instead. We were one of the first to arrive, and waited around to see if any other colleagues from other departments were coming.
“M is supposed to come, he called me earlier. But I can’t see him anywhere,” commented my boss. As we had a meeting to attend right after lunch, we decided not to wait around for M and attacked the buffet feast (ada kambing golek y’all).
Just as we were leaving, we bumped into M at the entrance/exit.
“Are you guys leaving already? I went to the wrong hall!”
So it turned out that M accidentally went to D3w4n M3rak K4y4ng4n instead. He said the people at the entrance welcomed him into the hall, so he went in, took a seat, ate to his heart’s content and made small talk with the others at his table. And then only he discovered that he was feasting with a group of BAKAL HAJI instead.
Which wouldn’t have been a big deal, ordinarily, but M is not an ordinary guy.
By local investment banker’s standard, he’s a pretty fabulously-flamboyant guy and even in his most conservative garb, his manner of speech would give it away. As a clue as to how fabulously-flamboyant he is, he was part of the posse of an even-more-fabulously-flamboyant former artiste manager (VK), and was an almost-constant fixture in VK’s now-defunct blog.
So to imagine him sitting amongst bakal-bakal haji, with him being the way he is was just a hoot to us that my lady-boss couldn’t stop laughing on the way back to the office.
Thankfully M did not have his man-purse with him that day. That’s an even more amusing sight to behold, I promise you!
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