email from JKS Weerasekera
1980s
Colombo Fort YMBA.
Bullocks
carts yes. 4 wheelers- mostly Raymond’s.
My
28 year old cousin, stuck for a job opted to wash plates at the YMBA.
Tarzan-like
in appearance, it was a cinch with plenty food thrown in. You know the bread in
the dustbin days!
On
his free time curiosity made him go upstairs to the gym teaching Karate or
Judo.
His
interest were the two teachers, cute, petite, 5 foot minus Chinese girls.
Well
awaited his free tuition. Looking at the action. Seemed easy.
One
walked up to him had a friendly discussion extolling the virtue of Judo- or
karate.
Towering over her at 5ft. 8 inch, he may have looked amused, already
planning a nice grab.
She
stood in front and said ‘ Hit me’. He was taken aback.
She
repeated, ‘ Go on! Hit me hard with arms or legs or whatever’.
Feeling
insulted he let go at her face with his right foot. Next moment he was on the
floor. The girl had grabbed at his foot and he fell. On the floor, he was
pumelled with had and foot, not allowed to get up.
Soon
he was helped up, the disheveled man was patted around.
She
asked ‘ Are you angly? ‘ He said no.
She
put out her hand to shake his hand and as he shook he was pulled again landing
on the mat for another pummeling.
And
that was the last time. He washed his plates dutifully, dcownstairs.
He is now on to Tai chi- all froth and no beer.
Jksw
Name
withheld.
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