"Don't tell me DABAO, I'm a Muslim"

Yes, this is what I heard from a Muslim hawker when his fellow Muslim young boy ordered take-away fried chicken from him.

I was taken aback.

It was either I was transparent (well, I'm a non-Muslim, so DABAO is familiar to me, hehem, I'm a Chinese and Hokkien's my dialect. DABAO is Hokkien), or the hawker was really embarrassed that his fellow race was speaking a foreign language.

I wanted very much to interrupt and say "Yes, you are Muslim, but we are all Singaporean and Dabao is also sort of well, Singlish" but I was too afraid that he might spit into my food, or slap me hard.

So I swallowed down my words and kept quiet. The poor young boy was utterly embarrassed.

Oh by the way, this Mr Word-Racist is operating a WESTERN Food stall at Holland Village, just opposite the Windmill (not the hawker centre, but it's more like a coffee shop).

Hmm... Why is he Western when he is so Muslim?

*scratch head*