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edit : WOW THE CEO OF P1 APOLOGIZED!
SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS ENTRY
Now, that’s professionalism
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I was inside the building of P1, Wimax one afternoon and while waiting for my stuff to be dealt with at the counter, a negro in a tight-fitting white tee stood beside me and asked

“What’s the date today?”

Considering the fact that he was filling in a form, I figured that it was nothing but a innocent question. So I answered

“Ermmmmmmm.. 11th?”

The next thing I knew, he began badgering me with questions like

“So you’re Chinese?”
“Do you live nearby?”
“No, I live very far away”
(Note that this was an outright lie)

“Oh, I live very far away too.
Where exactly do you live?”

I began to feel uncomfortable & blurted out a random location

Putrajaya

“Oh that’s nice. I live around Putrayaba too”
O_O

“So what kinda work do you like to do?”
“I write a lot”

“Wow that’s so cool. I write too.
Nice fantasies, so you publish books?”

“I’m not that kind of writer.
More to a journalist”

“Oh we have so many things in common!
I was a journalist too back in my country”

Feeling annoyed, my sarcasm took over

“Rigggghtttt. Oh did you know I became an overnight journalist? I was a janitor all my life. I take since you claim we have so much in common, you were a janitor back in Nigeria too. How cool is that”

“Whoa babes, you turn me on. Funny! Ma typa gurl and with that killa heels you got”
(Lame how he mentioned my heels but was looking down my chest)

“Do you watch porn?”

I began to fake an urgent phone call and “had to attend to it immediately”.
My “call” took almost half an hour but that ass was still waiting for me
. When I returned to the counter to continue the transaction, I told the staff to hold me up a lil longer because I’m avoiding him

After waiting for another 20 minutes, he walked right up to me at the counter

“Are you done?”

The lady retorted
“No she’s not”
He then raised his voice and said
“I’m talking to HER not you”
I turned around
“No I’m not… why are you still here?”

He winked and said

“I wanna have some time with you babes,
need to have a word with you”

(He continued visually scanning me like I was some fcuking barcode)

I stood up

“Just leave will you?”

After he left, I still daren’t leave the building. What if he follows my car? I was hoping he got tired of waiting after another half an hour. So I adjourned.

AND THERE HE WAS WAITING FOR ME.
AT THE ENTRANCE!
I shivered.


When I seeked help from the security guards,
NONE OF THEM COULD SPEAK A WORD OF ENGLISH . Tough luck. I hastily walked to my car and he stopped me

“Where are you going? I just wanna be your friend.
Come with me, will ya?”
“JUST GET THE FUCK OFF!
LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He didn’t let me go.

“Don’t run away babes,
we’re friends remember?”

“YOU’RE HARRASSING ME!
GO AWAY YOU PERVERTIC ASSHOLE!”
(I began to cry & continued yelling profanities which
I’m certain isn’t good for public consumption)

He continued badgering me with personal/gross/dirty questions there and then. I couldn’t take it anymore and said

“I won’t leave until you do. I’m serious”

Thank God a group of security guards appeared as they heard my yells
I drove home somewhat traumatized. Sigh.

On a lighter note, I think I need to print this poster on my tee or spray paint them to my car everywhere I go :

wtf22
Recognize anyone?

Either that or attempt walk around with this expression ala
“I’m-very-unapproachable-so-GTFO

nigel2

It may help to ward of sex-driven perverts and perhaps wandering spirits if I’m lucky. Thank God and my free-flow stream of audibly painful yells of profanity, I managed to escape unharmed.

Now that’s something they don’t teach you in school folks
And men, this ain’t the way to get a girl to bed with you.
Loser.

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I was surprised upon receiving this tweet directed to me. Thanks Mr. P1 CEO Idham Nawawi. Apology accepted, freak accidents happen all the time πŸ™‚

p1
No hard feelings – I’m just glad I’m safe

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