I had lunch in the Victoria Market Food Court today. I was waiting patiently for my pork and prawn noodles, at the same time, watching the manoeuvers of both the servers and the patrons.

While I was doing just that, a bloke pointed to the walls plastered with pictures of the food and then pointed to me with a nod of his head, stating that he wants two of those. I mean, do I look like I work there or what?!? I was wearing my thin jumper, pants and boots, and carrying my small backpack. Luckily for him and me, his son pulled him away and directed him to speak to the people standing behind the counters.

Putting cultural differences aside, I wished he had asked first, whether I work there instead of assuming that I do. Given the opportunity to reply, I would have said something like “What? Me speaker no English!” And no, he was not a local.

Aside from that little incident, I enjoyed my meal. You might want to give it a try if and when you are there. The place was packed with people, so it must be good. I plan to try the curry next door next time.

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