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The Thing About Honesty

 

“Take a good look at that ass. Shit. Now that’s something.” Navin said  as we observed a hot Chinese chic wearing tight shorts.

 

She walked over and hugged a guy. “Too bad she’s taken” Navin sighed.

 

“Like we have the chance even if we’re single.” I said as I munched on my lunch at the cash register.

 

Fila, one of the hot babes from the Chocolate Store next door stood over near her stall and we had a little chat. The three of us were flirting and cracking jokes when an Iranian rushes into our booth.

 

“You have paper bag?? Paper bags? Put things.” He looked like he was in a hurry.

 

“I don’t mind paying” He added. That part made my mind race and think. And in that split second, I decided what to do.

 

“How many you want?”

“Uhh 7!”

 

“Okay, 7. Is this size okay?” I showed him the Sepang Circuit paperbags (we usually put the stuff that people buy into these paperbags).

 

“Yes! Yes!”

 

“Okay. One for RM5”

 

He paid me RM 35 (which obviously went into my pocket).

 

Another customer strolled into the booth and he saw the parking stickers on the table (we usually give the parking stickers away for free to anyone who walks into the booth).

 

“How much for the parking stickers?”

 

“RM 10. Specially made for the Formula 1 event”

 

“Owhh why so expensive??”

“It’s a collector’s item sir.”

 

“Okay i’ll take two”

 

I made RM 20 with the parking stickers.

 

Soon after that, an Indian man walks into the booth and asks the price for the “I Love F1” T-shirt. Funnily though, among all the Tshirts, these bunch of Tshirts didn’t have the price tag on them although it’s required to be sold for RM 25.

 

So I made full use of the situation.

 

“How much is this T-Shirt?”

 

“It’s Rm 35 sir”

 

“Okay give me two”

 

I made RM 20 just by selling these T-shirts. At the end of the day, I got myself RM 300 worth of pocket money.

 

But no, I didn’t do that. I’ll rewind back the whole situation and tell you exactly what really took place:

 

Fila, one of the hot babes from the Chocolate Store next door stood over near her stall and we had a little chat. The both of us were flirting and cracking jokes when an Iranian rushes into our booth.

 

“You have paper bag?? Paper bags? Put things.” He looked like he was in a hurry.

 

“I don’t mind paying” He added. That part made my mind race and think. And in that split second, I decided what to do.

 

“How many you want?”

“Uhh 7!”

 

“Okay, 7. Is this size okay?” I showed him the Sepang Circuit paperbags (we usually put the stuff that people buy into these paperbags).

 

“Yes! Yes!”

 

“Okay. here you go” I started counting the paper bags (counted until 7) and gave it to him and the Iranian buggered off without a word of thank you. Fila and Navin looked at me with disbelief at what I just did.

 

I didn’t know what else to say other than, “I don’t feel like cheating the poor dude.”

 

Another customer strolled into the booth and he saw the parking stickers (we usually give the parking stickers for free to anyone who walks into the booth).

 

“How much for the parking stickers?”

 

“Owh it’s free sir. Specially made for the Formula 1 event”

 

“Owhh wow! Okay can I take the whole bunch??”

“Sure sir! You can pass it to your family and friends.”

 

“Okay wonderful!”

 

I watch him take the whole lot. He carried them away and somehow he reminded me of the Pig from the Journey to the West series. 

 

Soon after that, an Indian man walks into the booth and asks the price for the “I Love F1” T-shirt. Funnily though, among all the Tshirts, these bunch of Tshirts didn’t have the price tag on them although it’s required to be sold for RM 25.

 

“How much is this T-shirt?”

 

“It’s Rm 25 sir”

 

“Okay give me two”

 

And for 30 minutes I had to entertain his fussiness because he was looking for the right size of the Tshirts. And when finally he did settle on the sizes, he passed the money without a word of thank you.

 

I just put them back into the cash register like a good donkey does.

 

In the end, after all the honesty and hardwork, we lost all the cash sales money, got mugged, handphone stolen, driver’s license gone, IC gone, Maybank ATM card gone, a cut to the lip, a week long of unable to sleep in the nights, and the fact that we have to pay the money we lost to the management.

 

That’s honesty for you.

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