Not mine lar, I hope the title didn’t scare you 😀 It’s the butcher / veggie seller whom I normally patronize in the morning. This morning at the market-on-van, I overhead the butcher’s wife telling all the ‘see lais’ (housewives) that her hubby was at the A&E Dept. of the hospital on Saturday. She was telling them that it was gory, blood was everywhere and he needed 6 stitches on his fingers. I then asked her what happened and she told me that her hubby chopped his own fingers with the huge, sharp cleaver while chopping pork for his customer, YIKES!  When I heard that, my legs felt wobbly. I felt nauseated. I quickly took a look at the butcher’s fingers. Two fingers were bandaged and on top of the bandages, he wrapped them with a plastic bag.   Eeewwwww, I don’t think I want to buy pork and chicken from him for the next few days! The accident was on Saturday and today is Monday, which means it’s only day 2 of the accident and the wound is still quite raw.    But the burly butcher was nonchalant and looked cool and smiley…. and business was as usual for him. He was chopping the meat as usual on the huge wooden chopping board, with bandages and plastic bags wrapped round his fingers. Thank God I wasn’t at his stall on Saturday. I almost wanted to buy chicken from him on Saturday but changed my mind at the eleventh hour. I will surely have nightmares if I were there and saw him chopping his own fingers instead of the chicken that I wanted. Gawd, so geli!!
