I lived just around the corner of the shop that sells dried stuffs. From dried geckos to dried seahorses . An american friend,while walking along the pavement asks me upon seeing the hapless creatures, "Isnt that the symbol of the aviation school you are from? Won't you have one pinned on your right pocket?". This friendly banter becomes a regular brunt to bear that one day I just snap and retort "That was funny the first 100 times i heard it. Cant you think of any creative way to piss me? Like this, Oh I thought all along it was the shop that reeks of dried decay, Its time for you to get a prophylaxis". Thats the last time he ever mentions about my college insigna. I hope he never takes it seriously.
