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I moved in to this new place three months earlier and quickly able to build a “about-to-punch” flavoured friendship with this chinese flatemate. He has started a “fishing” business recently. He buys fish from the shore, sells them to the shops and stinks like a hungry-karp-sold-in-half-price. I call him fisherman and he does not like it. Oh, one other thing, he is “learning” english.
typical conversation:
me: hey man. how much was your profit today?
him: o sure sure. definitely.
(this means that he did not understand my question)
me: did you make any profit today?
him: definitely. I made two hundred.
me: man you are stinking, when did you take your shower last time?
him: No. my fishes are good. I dont shower them.
me: (changing topic) The internet seems to be working now. This wireless broadband thing is a pain.
him: yes. I order fish from internet. wireless fish is good for health.
(I am used to this sudden mis-arrangement of words in a sentence, so I dont laugh these days)
me: How do you search for fishes? How do you measure the quality in the internet?
him: o sure sure. definitely.
me: HOW INTERNET WORKS FOR YOUR BUSINESS?
him: definitely. there is good fish in the internet. fishing net and honesty.
(reader, plz try to imagine- a large “honest” tuna is trying to pop out from your monitor)
(no hope)
me: take a shower man.
him: u never call me fisher-man and shower-man. I hate you. I punch u.
(to be continued….)
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