Incensed by the number of traffic rules drivers were breaking in their obsession with saving every second of travel time, I said I would bring a digital camera with me whenever I was on the road and take photos of traffic violators. The Caring Custodian objected to this on the grounds that it would piss the culprits off and expose myself to possible revengeful physical assaults. Me: So if you see a crime happening you would not report it because the murderer might exact his revenge on you? Caring Custodian: No, no, I’m just saying you have to take the photos carefully.

The household tyrant (HT from now on) offered, out of kindness (or so she thought to herself) the domestic servant (DS) some biscuits for tea. The DS did not fancy them and left them on the kitchen table. At 10pm the HT found them still on the table, harangued the DS for not consuming them, and yelled “Makan!”. She followed this with a rant on various household matters, ending the rant with “Are you going to eat them??”. The DS, head lowered, said “yes”. The HT: “Mum don’t like you like this. I ask you makan, you makan.” DS: “Yes.”