A couple of years ago, I was at this bookstore browsing through some magazines. There was this person who was in the cashier's queue, purchasing a small bottle of candy. When he left the cashier's to join his friends waiting outside the bookstore, he opened up his candy.
In the loudest voice that he could summon, he exclaimed to his friends in a mixture of local dialect and english (Singlish), "KNN CCB, this one kenna people koop before one!" Basically he was trying to express his anger at buying a bottle of candy that had been pilfered before, with only half of the candy remaining. The abbreviations were just some of the crudest profanities anybody could ever utter.
The voice was loud enough to make everybody turn their heads, including me. I looked towards the direction of the shouting, and saw the person. A lady beside me shook her head in dismay, disappointed at the skillful display of an acerbic tongue.
The person, was just a little boy of not more than 10 years of age. He was just only a little taller than the cashier's counter.
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