It’s Hello-hello! Don’t open the door! Don’t let him in!
Damn! Mr. Hubby has opened the door and let Hello-hello in.
I’m a Petro-petro Representative (PR). I come to check your gas cylinder and regulator. Make sure safe.
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Mr. Hubby looks at me, the Suri Rumah, or House Queen like my students said. I look away. I refuse to have anything to do with this business so I go upstairs to read. Mr. Hubby takes PR to the kitchen.
It is three p.m. There’s a long, low-toned conversation in the kitchen. I don’t even try to eavesdrop.
Then it’s three thirty. More sales pitch.
It is four o’clock. With one hour invested in this house, I predict PR will not leave without a sale. I go down reluctantly to get a glass of water I don’t need.
Hi Kak! *a mile-long smile* Blahblahblah…
I cannot manage a smile. I’m annoyed with the men in the kitchen. They’ve opened the cabinet and dragged out the gas tank. Two men and a gas tank can make one’s kitchen look so… claustrophobic.
|The regulator of my gas tank|
You see, Kak, the regulator of your gas cylinder here need to change oredi. You know or not? It's no good lah. If the gas leak out the tank can explode and start fire and burn down your house. Haha.
I’m thinking: That’s what they all say! When the first guy came he’d pulled the hose off my cooker and, with a flourish, put a match to the hose. Fed by the escaping gas, the flame went up to the ceiling. I nearly had a heart attack.
“Stop your magic show,” I told the stupid man. I changed the regulator and the hose. He went away smiling with my RM200 in the pocket next to his heart. Three years later he came again.
"The regulator is faulty," he said. "You must have dropped it."
“No more magic show,” I told him. I replaced the regulator and again he went away smiling.
Now, another magician is here. New face. Same agenda.
Hello-hello! HELLO… you see Kak… look, dis rubber hose no good. It’s blocked. I’ll light a match…
My heart skips a beat… but there’s no flame.
See, Kak? No gas coming out. You have to change the hose and the regulator. Promotion, Kak, you pay only blahblahblah.
I don't know what happened but let me just say it worked perfectly before you came. No problem. No blockage.
The tiger is clawing to get out of my chest. It’s difficult to leave a smile in the kitchen so I don’t even try. I go back to my book upstairs to read the same line ten times.
When the PR has gone (no doubt pissed off with the kakak—the abang was soooo nice) I go downstairs again. The PR must have waved his magic wand and uttered ‘abracadabra’ because... surprise!... the gas is flowing again and the cooker works perfectly!
Wow, not only can these PRs make sales, they can do magic, too. And like my story illustrates, deceive clients also can.
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BTW I cook every day. It’s a chore but somebody has to do it. I wish I had a wife to boss around and run the show. But that’s another story.
Cheers! Watch out for Hello-hello!