
Kancil
Malaysia. I was walking on the street minding my own business when a young man in this late 20ies rolled down the window of the parked car he was sitting in. He was short and round and his face was round too.
- Hello where you go? asked the boy.
- To my hotel, I said.
- Need a friend?
- No thanks.
The boy sat in a Malaysian doghouse-on-wheels kind of car called the Kancil. I have never been inside one. I don’t think I could fit. The engine is only 0,66 litres so it would not go anywhere if I was in it.
I walked on. The doghouse came around the corner and stopped by my side. The boy inside sucked his finger and gave me a suggestive look.
- Need a friend? asked the boy.
- No, I said.
I kept walking.
The boy put his little car in reverse and came after me on the street. His window was still open and I said:
- You can stop now.
- Need a friend? asked the boy.
But then he did stop. As he drove away I noticed a home made sign he had put in the rear window. It said “For Sale”.
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