The Left Foot
The caf in the Kompleks Negeri where I work is like a food court with competing vendors offering a variety of very cheap, good food. I was impressed and tried them all. But then the ministries sharing the building moved out, leaving only the cheapskate students and academics to cater for. Two of the food merchants promptly folded their tents and moved out. Then Ramadan arrived, half the clientele stopped eating and another vendor closed shop. We took to our cars and went to JoJo instead. Five of us at a cost of RM 33 ($16). On the second day of Ramadan I wandered disconsolately over to the caf, not expecting much. But some enterprising soul had spotted a gap in the market and arrived with bain-maries full of wonderful fresh food. Excited cheers from the many Chinese and two Australians. Today was even better. The people cooking and serving this delicious food are all Muslims and not allowed even a sip of water yet they show no signs of a struggle against temptation. I guess all hell breaks loose when the sun goes down.

Here is a challenge for all you roster wizzes out there. During the fasting month the Muslims are entitled to go home at 5.00, leaving me with exactly two bodies to cover all the nightshifts. I await your suggestions.