Kenny

Wednesday 10th October 2007

Yesterday, we had an afternoon with Kenny.

Not the hooded little dude from SouthPark who has more lives than Elizabeth Taylor. Kenny, a member of the massive posse of renovation contractors/interior designers we've been meeting at our home. Short, small-sized (almost petite!), pink-skinned Ah-Beng with gelled hair, tight pants and a bluetooth headset glued to his ear.

"Waaahhh..your cat so cute ah?! Boy or girl," asked Kenny after Phatt tried to attack his measuring tape.

"Boy," I replied.

"Waaahhh...naughty boy ah! What's his name?"

"Phatt. Phatt Bastard."

"Huh? Mad Mustard?"

"No. Phatt Bastard!"

"Ooohh....Rat Mustard!"

"No..PH-att BAS-tard!"

"Ooohh...Phatt Mustard!"

"......."




Gasak kau lah eh, Kenny.




Must be all the drilling he's subjected to. Occupational hazard lah, katakan! Having said that, I've learnt how to differentiate between interior designers and renovation contractors now. Telltale signs everywhere. For one, renovation contractors have a bruised toe with fungus under the toenail. Interior designers are most likely to come with a manicured toe with polish on the toenail. Both the boys and the girls alike. Ah-bengs and the ah-lines, ah-peks and the nyonyas.