Hawkers fighting
I was at a local hawker spot buying some food when a fight occured. I don’t know the names of the hawkers invovled so I’ll just provide a cast list
Laksa: A 40+ lady laksa seller.
Drinks: 20 year old drinks seller who is the son of Laksa.
FKT: 40 odd man selling Fried Koay Teow.
FR: Young man in his 20s selling Fried Rice.
I was happily waiting for my takeaway food when it all started.
“Mother farker! You are a mother farker!” shouted FKT.
“Who are you shouting at hah? Why call me son a mother farker?” Laksa asked.
“Because he fark his mother what! That’s why I call him a mother farker!” FKT blasted out again.
“Ooouooo mother farker mother farker!!” taunted FR.
“You mind your own business. This has nothing to do with you!” Drinks was pissed with FR for his comments.
“KNNCCB You want to die is it? Farker!” FR started going crazy and picked up a metal chair just beside me and threw it at Drinks.
“I will report to police! Stop it!” pleaded Laksa.
Then one of FR’s friend stopped him and pulled him away before he did more damage.
One thing I don’t understand is … within seconds of that incident, Laksa and FKT continued washing their plates side by side.
I left because my food was ready and there’s nothing much left to see.
























well that’s how hawkers live. they fight and then they become friends again. at the end of the day, they rely on each others support.
obviously, human are weird, unpredictable and crack on their own ways.. thus, we get along somehow.. that’s the miracle thing.