FREE ADVICE FROM THE CHINESE LADY
INSIDE Mei Mei, the store assistant who makes the tea and the coffee for those customers who prefer to sip and fly, tells me my drink of choice “stays in the system for five days”.
I smile and look forward to almost one week of pure bliss.
The Chinese lady who operates the till dispenses advice generously. From the way she pronounces “blood”, “women” and “sex”, her heavily Sino-accented English, could be an aphrodisiac too.
It’s a voice from a movie your preacher wouldn’t be too pleased to find you ogling.
At this store, the blue pill is also black and red!
The assistant moves on to assist other men, leaving me at the mercy of the Chinese lady. She tells me how to use the enlargement cream and you could swear she was sharing a state secret.
“A little bit on the head. It last for whole night,” she assures me. The brush retails for R100.
The Super Power Capsule, I ask? “They make you large,” she says, matter of factly.
It’s a pack of two pills with a picture of a banana on the exterior.
This haunt of men is opposite the now defunct Tong Lok Restaurant on Commissioner.
There’s a sign that proclaims it trades in photo copies. Many moons ago, maybe.
In the time I spent there, not a single copy was xeroxed.
I leave with my haul – courtesy of R200 from my lovely employer’s petty cash kitty.
If there was a smile on my face, just remember what they say about the cat that got all the cream!