No sooner had I landed in Singapore and started riding shotgun with a cabbie, I got an earful. First the driver tut-tutted about my terrible lapse in judgment leaving NYC. "New York better, lah!", he said with visible frustration at the lump of stupidity sitting next to him. "Costly, but also make more profit, right?". I was speechless.
But not for long. After skillfully wheedling out more information, he proceeded to kick the bejesus out of me. "You so stupid". "Why so nice". "Good for you, you get away". This was of course in response to Hex. Hex was my last ex. I have decided to name all the women in my life something punchy and meaningful.
Finally, he relented and said it was nice of me to come back - loyalty, filial son etc. I almost tipped the bastard. I will never have to calculate 15% of anything anymore. Hurray!
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