There's a gang of us at the pub who put money together every month for a local orphanage. The Fun Club buys them books, takes them on outings, and provides green veggy, good meat, and goodies like donuts and chocolate biscuits.
As I work from home, I am the accountant, buyer, and delivery person.
Yesterday someone came up to me in the pub and handed me RM50. I didn't know him, and offered to send him the monthly statement of accounts.
"No thanks," My man told me. "I don't need to know what you're doing. I trust you."
At this point my mate Sara starts grinning. "Orang puteh (white people) don't steal," he says loudly. And then he giggles.
You see, I hear this all the time because in Malaysia orang puteh have a reputation for being honest. This must be why there is no crime in Europe, or North America. Honestly, this trust really perplexes me. But hey, in this case the guy's right. I'm spending that money on donuts.
This is a series of notes about living in Malaysia. Love it, hate it, whatever, this Saturday Living In Malaysia series is just one opinion. You can leave brickbats and comments in the comment section.