After work one fine Friday as I was walking back home from the hospital, I exited the casualty and lo and behold, there was this car filled with durians. Being a very curious person, I approached the makcik who parked her car quite near the red zone (resuscitation exit) to see what’s going on. To my pleasant surprise, she was selling durians!!
Yup, exactly on the day we wanted to have a durian party, the durians came to us right to our doorstep at the front of the casualty. I was thinking of a durian-related injury or something like that but seriously, only this kind of funny event can occur in a Malaysian hospital. Leave it to the spirit of entrepreneurship! In Malaysia, we not only could find pizzas for delivery but we could even get durians delivered to us!! Moreover, the makcik comes from Kg Gajah, which is a town very famous for good durians in Perak.
I couldn’t resist the temptation and called my friend from the labour room to come out and help me pick some of the fruits. We’ve gotten a handful of big durians at the price of RM10 and within minutes, a group of us were in my apartment eagerly consuming the sweet flesh right after work.
I guess we will never understand why foreigners detest this awesome fruit as we greedily feasted on the scrumptious fruit. Of course we already made a date for the next party! So is anybody keen to join us in D.C for the next gathering? The King (of fruit) is here!
P.S.: Serve me right for being such a glutton. I woke up this morning and lo and behold…pimples! Yup, had a minor breakout on my face due to the ‘heaty’ nature of this marvelous fruit. Should have taken some mangosteens to balance thing out. Hahaha…