a strange bugger

(tuesday afternoon while shopping at wisma mango)
him: happy deepavali.
me: sorry i lost my handphone contacts, who are you?
him: really... you lost your contacts... do you have a replacement pair of spectacles?
me: (pissed) eh, who are you
him: oh come on, i knew you were talking about your phone contacts. i was just making a play on the other contacts. for the visually impaired. come on april, you could have played along... anyway, it's xx here. and i thought of just popping in and wishing you a merry christmas. i mean deepavali. you know.
me: (uh-huh, it's him again) oh, i'm busy shopping. you enjoy the rest of the hols, gotta work again tomorrow.
him: why do you always have to remind me of work tomorrow? there's a great bountiful things for us to converse upon. besides work. that sickening 4 letter word 'work'... i feel so unclean after saying it. well i shan't dampen your proliferous spending spree. carry on... see ya princess.
me: (princess, my foot)

(thursday noon)
him: selamat hari raya, april.
(chose to ignore since i was busy with my book)
(an hour plus later)
him: oh come on, not even a friendly hello back? tsk tsk...
me: (not wanting to offend, since he's after all an acquaintance) oh i'm just busy finishing a book.
him: what book are you reading?
me: tony parson's the family way.
him: well, since it's the last few pages. i shadn't disturb you. enjoy the book then. au revoir princesse...
me: (french doesn't impress me much)

hmmm, no more festivals for the next one month.