Untouchable

No need get your nose outta joint. None at all. Far worse earlier in the afternoon the pimp down at Fei Du blaring gruffly, ordering his two young Viets around, the woman serving and his partner in crime/procurer, who spoke the girls’ language. As if filling out the caricature, at one point the man actually trumpeted a porcine HONK-HONK without any prompting. The slight surprise shortly after at the Arab cosmetic place at Tanjong Katong Complex was in the fact that it was another woman serving today, this one younger, unmade-up, heavier and taller. Lady in this instance got around the problem there in her own particular way. Soaps, shampoos, creams; &etc. A small $1.20 goats milk proved excellent for shaving; rich lather. (Likely also valued for whitening.) The older, made-up woman with the tattooed eye-brows when she receives the cash will tell you, Put it there. The last time seemingly pointing at the sloping register keys, which made for a bit of awkwardness for coin. The woman today perhaps sixty; sister-in-law or sister from another mother, possibly. Though she could not be recalled, for the transaction at the register she seemed to be prepared. Immediately knew the price of the article, without checking. From her left a clean, unused, plastic curry container, the dish with the inner grooves that many of the Indian places used for condiments. Directions not offered, likely recalling the kaffir regular.