A few days ago, I called my friend Alex at his office. His secretary, Sarah, answered the phone and said, “Sorry, but Mr Alex is on reservist!”
I was astonished. “Again? But he just went!” I could almost feel Sarah shrug over the phone.
The call raised a question that had been bothering me for a long time now.
“What exactly is it that people do when they’re on reservist?” I asked my flatmate Amanda over lunch at
Amanda sniffed and said that they probably did whatever a bunch of men would do whenever they get together. “Like not wash their underwear for days on end!” she clarified quickly when Barney Chen looked up from his laksa with interest.
For her part, Saffy thought reservist was just an excuse for getting out of work.
“I swear to God, but every time I need something done in the office, someone will always say, ‘Oh, cannot. I got reservist all of next week!’ I mean really!” Saffy complained. “How big is this island? How much defending do we need anyway? And it’s so unfair that girls don’t get to do reservist! I wouldn’t mind some quality me-time of my own away from the office!”
Barney said it was also very unfair that he held a British passport. “I have so much to contribute to the
Amanda muttered that letting Barney into the