On 18th of January 2008, four days ago around 9-10pm, I went to a coffeeshop in BLK 501, West Coast Drive to chill out with one of my colleagues from China with some drinks. Upon reaching there, we decided to get two bottles for us and continue to chitchat ourselves as well as with a China female beer promoter.
Chatting along happily among ourselves, we noticed the beer promoter was serving and taking order from a male Indian patron at next table. It seemed that they could not communicate with each other by his English since she is not English literate, while the patron looks tipsy. She inevitably turned her head back to us to request for help in translation.
I then asked that Indian fellow “yes?”, he replied something like “I am just disturbing…” blurrily. Without second thought, I interpreted his words in Mandarin to the female promoter as “he was just kidding with you”, and suddenly he became angry and questioned me what did I told her, in accompany to say he knew what I was talking about; he disliked my interpretation. I replied to him what I had said earlier to try to clear it up. He refused to listen on.
Later on, he shouted to the beer promoter, “fxxk off, I don’t want to see you here”. We informed her he was angry for something, telling her to just go away from him. He wasn’t getting enough, called another coffeeshop assistant as well as a food seller there to tell them he don’t want to see this girl anymore in there; with similar words harshly, “I don’t want to see her anymore in here, tell her to fxxk off”.
After that, he ordered some beers from another guy, turned to us saying something like “I don’t like your interpretation, I knew what you were talking about”, at the mean time, turning up his empty bottle for a while to act as if he would use it violently to us. “I am an Indian, I don’t understand Chinese” in Hokkien language, “Do you want a fight？We can go upstairs”. While we were giving some explanation to him, trying to cool him down, he was getting further and shouted to my China colleague “you fxxk off, China man…”, “I am here everyday, blah blah blah”, as if he was conveying to us he is a local power.
Without hesitation, I immediately took my phone for police assistance. Without knowing I was calling police with 999, he turned to us, “are you calling your people? I will call mine too”. I ignored him and asked my China colleague not to talk with him anymore while he was grumbling, “I don’t know you and you don’t know me…”. In a while, he crossed up his two fingers showing a hole-like gesture (In some customs, it represents a woman’s vagina vulgarly), saying something like, “in Singapore, it is not this…”, then turned up his middle finger, saying “it is this…”. Well, I think he was trying to say men rules in here, and not women. What an unrealistic, idiotic, and male chauvinistic quote.
Waiting for the police to come, out of the sudden, asking us what beers we were drinking, ordered the female promoter to bring two bottles of beers to us. Telling his next table he knows I am a Singaporean, he walked to me with a packet of his taking-away food playing in the air, telling me he want us to drink those beers. I stood up alertly and replied we are not friends and I will not accept those beers, as I thought he might use his pack of food for a sneak attack (laughing at this moment of writing, can a pack of food be a weapon too?). He replied either I accept his beers or I can choose to fight with him going to the back of the coffeeshop.
Telling him a few times we won’t ever accept his beers; while he does not understand Mandarin, how he knew what I translated just now, and to go back to his seat. He finally agreed and walked away. Two police officers arrived around 15 minutes later. We reported the farce verbally. I asked one of the officers, whom after recorded down all our identities, and questioned the China beer promoter, what we can do to avoid this man from creating chaos in the future as my China colleague patronize that coffeeshop frequently due to our company situated near to it; can we pursuit this matter etc.
In his replies, we cannot record our statements at that time after alcoholic drinks; since no one has been hurt, we can only pursuit via civil lawsuit if we really want. He gave me a note stating the details of our verbal report and the number to call for the investigator in-charge in case we need it. Told us while they will stay for some times to look after us, we better sit further away to each other, and persuaded me and my colleague to go to a further table next to what we were as that Indian was seemed drunk.
After the police officers have gone back, the Indian fellow’s friends in two with a Chinese ethnic finally arrived chatting with him moderately. I gave that beer promoter and my China colleague a copy of the note in SMS for them to exercise if needed in the future; that drunken fellow’s details recorded within the report number. Just a while later after the gone of the police officers, I heard that drunken fellow started telling tales loudly to his friends again, “That fxxker reported the police…”. At last, they went back together without our notice, with us drinking until the last drop of our beers. What an unexpected calamity!?
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