I visited Jordan’s capital city once. I got tired after touring a bit, and decided to rest in a mosque.
I woke up an hour later to find a young Malayan student sitting with his back against a pillar. I expected him to be a student at one of the Islamic universities in Jordan. I also knew the young fellow wasn’t expecting me to speak his language because I look like everyone else in the Mideast.
So I went up to him and said in his language, “I am the Angel of Death. Your time has come. Follow me.”
The young fellow turned blue, and I had to console him that it was a prank. I found out that he’s also from Singapore, so I took him for lunch. The least I could do after scaring the X*^%*! out of him.
