I better watch myself.
My public persona is getting the better of me.
'I'm here fighting Muslim terrorists.'
The worse thing about that statement to Abdullah, who was cleaning trays behind the counter of Mc Donald's, was that he believed me.
'I'm really interested to read about that,' he says.
And I'm really interested in making a formal complaint. He didn't have a name tag on him, so I gave him a good generic Muslim name. Nothng like keeping employees on the ball with a threat of a complaint.
Siti, the cute Musilm who isn't wearing her green contacts tonight, informs me that the ice cream machine is down.
There goes my Strawberry Sundae. Apple pies taste so nice dipped into them.
I met her on the streets a month back walking with her grandfather, she looked great decked out in the Muslim garb and told me just to call her Siti. She was moved by my story of consulting a Muslim lady who suffered from depression.
I could only offer the advice in the framework of Islam, I told her. A long line was waiting to be served, but I hadn't finished.
'I'm an Imam.'
Are you Muslim, she asks.
Nope I'm an Imam.
I'm still in character.
Dam it, if I can't act on stage, I'll act right here on the dirty floor of Mc Donalds on an island called Borneo.
Siri isn't going to kill me. I like her.
Allah Akbar.
It sounds melodious, the way it rolls off my throat. And the symbolic knife cutting across my throat is just a really nice touch.
No I'm not a soldier. But did you hear about the heroin bust on the Thai Malaysian border? It was 250 kilograms. Doesn't it say it all? Those thugs are using Islam to consolidate their border trade.
This was all lost upon Abdullah. It was definitely above his pay grade.
Siti spent five minutes of her precious time telling me I couldn't have a Sundae because the machine was down.
Now what should I do about that, I asked.
Shall I get online and complain.
I framed it as a yes and no answer.
She eventually cottoned on and said no.
Good, that's settled, I won't go online and complain.
On the way back to my budget hotel, the realization struck me. If she wanted too, she could have called the police and complained that I was blaspheming Islam, which falls under the Sedition Act.
Once the complaint is made, it doesn't get droppped.I'm in the system. I'll be eligible for a whacky on the backy. Maybe ten strokes on the butty.
I really gotta watch that public persona.
Everyone at Mc Donald's greeted me.
'I heard you were in Jakarta,' says Linda, the Iban.
Who told you that?
The Chinese lady.
I'm glad the lady in charge of Mc Donald's Party Department was a lousy listener.
Misinformation serves me very well, thank you very much.
My public persona is getting the better of me.
'I'm here fighting Muslim terrorists.'
The worse thing about that statement to Abdullah, who was cleaning trays behind the counter of Mc Donald's, was that he believed me.
'I'm really interested to read about that,' he says.
And I'm really interested in making a formal complaint. He didn't have a name tag on him, so I gave him a good generic Muslim name. Nothng like keeping employees on the ball with a threat of a complaint.
Siti, the cute Musilm who isn't wearing her green contacts tonight, informs me that the ice cream machine is down.
There goes my Strawberry Sundae. Apple pies taste so nice dipped into them.
I met her on the streets a month back walking with her grandfather, she looked great decked out in the Muslim garb and told me just to call her Siti. She was moved by my story of consulting a Muslim lady who suffered from depression.
I could only offer the advice in the framework of Islam, I told her. A long line was waiting to be served, but I hadn't finished.
'I'm an Imam.'
Are you Muslim, she asks.
Nope I'm an Imam.
I'm still in character.
Dam it, if I can't act on stage, I'll act right here on the dirty floor of Mc Donalds on an island called Borneo.
Siri isn't going to kill me. I like her.
Allah Akbar.
It sounds melodious, the way it rolls off my throat. And the symbolic knife cutting across my throat is just a really nice touch.
No I'm not a soldier. But did you hear about the heroin bust on the Thai Malaysian border? It was 250 kilograms. Doesn't it say it all? Those thugs are using Islam to consolidate their border trade.
This was all lost upon Abdullah. It was definitely above his pay grade.
Siti spent five minutes of her precious time telling me I couldn't have a Sundae because the machine was down.
Now what should I do about that, I asked.
Shall I get online and complain.
I framed it as a yes and no answer.
She eventually cottoned on and said no.
Good, that's settled, I won't go online and complain.
On the way back to my budget hotel, the realization struck me. If she wanted too, she could have called the police and complained that I was blaspheming Islam, which falls under the Sedition Act.
Once the complaint is made, it doesn't get droppped.I'm in the system. I'll be eligible for a whacky on the backy. Maybe ten strokes on the butty.
I really gotta watch that public persona.
Everyone at Mc Donald's greeted me.
'I heard you were in Jakarta,' says Linda, the Iban.
Who told you that?
The Chinese lady.
I'm glad the lady in charge of Mc Donald's Party Department was a lousy listener.
Misinformation serves me very well, thank you very much.
