Did I ever tell you about the time several Singapore and Malaysian police officers were looking for me?
They went searching porta porta for me in Arab Street, a neighborhood famous for cafes, restaurants and sheesha bars.
I had waiters and customers rushing toward my face telling me several squad cars had arrived with men carrying Heckler & Koch sub machine guns, and it was an APB for a certain “Khaled Talib.”
Well, they found me – and it was a riot.
What did they want? An officer approached me and said he heard about my reputation in making good sheesha. So he wanted me to concoct a good one for the visiting Malaysian police commissioner.
I got permission from the cafe owner to serve the commissioner a specialty – apple and grape. He enjoyed himself.
