The way things were

IT WAS past two in the morning when we stumbled down from my local watering hole, The Attic, after a few drinks. Some of us were hungry so my friend Siti suggested the famous Nasi Lemak Ayam Goreng in Bangsar Baru.

We all knew which stall she was talking about, but I clarified anyway, asking her if it was the one at Jolly Green Giant. She looked blank but our friend, Tony, exclaimed, “You also know it as Jolly Green Giant!”