Dad and I were doing our weekly father-daughter bonding session a.k.a. grocery shopping. We were at the non-halal section. Because Malaysia is a Muslim country, we have the non halal in a little corner of a gian supermarket at ceep. In other words, non halal means anything that involves pork.

So we were in the non halal section looking at selections of sausages, hams, etc. And then dad decides to be smart. So he looked up to the person behind the counter and asked.

Dad : Is that pork?
Me: ……….. OBVIOUSLY.

I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out of my mouth. Loudly. Obnoxiously. Sarcasticly.

This is like typical Malaysians who bump into friends at a restaurant during lunch time.

“You having lunch?”

No, I’m playing sports at a restaurant.