I thought today would be a better day since it was the weekend mood. Wrong again. The taxi driver had to call me in the early morning again.

Mr Tang: Hello, Mr Tang here, the taxi driver, I spoke to u yesterday

Me: Ya, ok what u want now?

Mr Tang: I wan to complain, what is ur name first?

Me: Parry

Mr Tang: Huh? Curry?

Me: No, its Parry, P A R R Y

Mr Tang: Huh? C U R R Y

Me: No! P A R R Y,

Mr Tang: Oh, C U R Y

Me: No No, its PARRY

Mr Tang: Oh Ic, ok look Curry I want to complain to ur boss

Me: AArrhh ok la curry curry la, anyway he not ard, call back later.

I seriously gave up. No matter how I pronounced my name, he would still call me Curry. That dickhead then called my other colleagues and in their words, he said "your colleague Curry know how to do his job anot? " They were all baffled at who the heck Curry was until they figured out that it was me and for the rest of the day I was jacked left right centre. See kids, this is why u need to go to school and study, so that when u grow up u know how to spell other words and not only know the word Curry in ur vocab. So much so for calling himself an ex-army officer. Can't believe such dim wits still exist in Singapore.