*me walking past a chinese uncle during work*
Uncle : (muttering something in chinese)
me : (stared at him for a bit, assumed he's muttering something to himself, walks away)
half an hour later
*me walking past the uncle again*
Uncle : (muttering something in chinese, in a louder voice)
Me : (stared back, make a puzzled face, and walked away)
an hour later
*me attending to a patient across his bed*
Uncle : "Misi ah.... (saying something in chinese)
Me : *annoyed, especially since i had been having a busy night*
"APA KE BENDA NYA UNCLE OIIIII. I'm Malay, not Chinese!!!!!! Saya Melayu lahhhhhhhhhhhhh. x paham bahasa cina!!!"
Uncle : oh, bukan cina ah.. (mumbles)
Me : (exasperated, walked away)
y'see, if it's a one time thing, i'd say i'm overreacting to this uncle. but for one, i've been attending to him for the past 2 weeks and he did the same shit every single day. MOTHERFUCKINGFUCK you're senile, old man.
and please, if you ever get admitted to a fucking govt hospital, don't bother calling up for help unless your life depends on it. if one more, i say, one fucking more patient calls me up with that crazy emergency voice only to make me fix their pillow, i'm going to commit murder.
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