Over the weekend I received a call on my mobile phone. It was a telemarketer. I get quite a bit of these, every now and then selling the standard stuff - insurance, time-share vacations, credit cards, etc. But this call was different.
It was a call from a fitness chain. A lady on the other end of the line wen't straight to the point, "Hello Mr. Tan. We hear you're a fat bastard and we think it's best you join our gym." Okay. So she didn't actually say that, but she might as well have.
"How did you get my number?" I enquired. "Your friend just joined our gym recently and he put your name down in the referral list." What a steaming pile of bullshit. I probed further, "Which friend?" She hadn't expected that. "Erm... ahh... well... it was a Mr. Ang."
I don't know any Mr Ang.
What's going on here? Is there suddenly a list of all the fat guys in town? Are we being monitored? Or is someone just calling us up for kicks? "Hey, let's call another fatty today!"
Anyway, I have been invited for a full day workout at a gym in KL, free, of course. I haven't actually decided to attend just yet. But I have been meaning to enrol myself at a gym nearby. I may be fat, but I'm certainly not disillusioned - I am in dire need of a healthier lifestyle. I know it and my body certainly knows it. Hehheh. Meanwhile, I'm still wondering where they got my number.
This is the end of privacy as we know it. Yes folks, Big Brother is watching. And he's watching all us Big Fat Brothers. (Gina, this better not be your doing!!! Heh!)