Terrorizing the Floor

The big-size 130kg. Johor Malay late for work sheepishly offering the sign of prayer to the Tamil uncle at the register for his excuse—turned-up wrists more than palms. It was not the little tubby Tamil uncle he needed to worry about however; rather the big stern ISIS-like terrorist in back who was the obstacle. Another Tamil in fact—they were not all 1.55cm—sporting a bushy salt and pepper beard this year that only added gravitas. Carefully chosen and promoted by the ogre owner; one would guess the man was the son and not the little bantam Iqbal who liked partying and the ladies. The latest attention to detail was the four inch separation of the tables. Narrows the passage rather, but perhaps lunch-hour during Ramadan a couple of degrees separation between the faltering fasters was in order. Fellow sitting at table occupied with serious labour makes no never mind. Sorry Arrhh. How are you? Started speaking of late. Al Wadi won’t be opening mornings until at least the third week of July, many of the lads back to India and Malaysia for the festivities.