|Part of the local security detail for the visiting VIPs|
Two Malaysians, Najib and Anwar, somehow found themselves at the same hair salon in Melbourne.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber (we shall call them hairstylists, for a bit of class) not a word was spoken.
The hairstylists did not start a conversation thinking these wogs “no speakah de English”.
As the hairstylists finished their tasks, the one who had Najib in his chair reached for the after-shave.
Najib was quick to stop him saying “No thanks, my wife will smell that and think that I’ve been in a whorehouse. “
The second stylist turned to Anwar and attempted, “How about you, sir? “
Anwar replied in perfect English, “Go ahead; my wife doesn’t know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.”
Critical: Korina reminds us that all characters appearing in this work are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.