Meet Mr. Monk (Malaysia)

Few days ago at a shopping mall in the heart of KL, Anne and I had the opportunity to meet Mr Monk. Malaysian style. He's a late 30-something guy, wears glasses, a fine-chequered shirt, polyester pants and safety boots. And, he is the only guy wearing a surgical mask in the fast food joint we're at. As he's about to sit down at his chosen table not far from us, he was seen inspecting the table and chairs for God knows what. I guess he was just looking for any signs of stains left on it, but the way he inspects them as if he was looking for some unknown germs ready to be named. He then called upon a worker there to clean up his table and chairs. The worker then duly cleans them, as Mr Monk watches and instructs on wiping missed spots. Later, he decided to turn the table around, and switch the chair from one side to the other. Wouldn't it be easier, Mr Monk, if you just sit at the other end of the table, on the other chair?
Anyway, Mr. Monk was carrying a plastic bag of groceries (I guess) with him. As he's about to put it on the table, he again inspects the surface of the table for stains. Satisfied with the table, he slowly puts the bag down. Just. He again inspects the bag for any stains collected from the table and wiped the bag with tissues to make certain no stains were visible. Gosh. The inspections alone, took about 10 minutes! I'm sure this is nowhere near the real Mr Monk we see on tv, because Mr Monk has OCD. This guy doesn't seem to show symptoms of OCD (thanks to Pschy. class I took). I guess. But I'm no shrink! Meticulous? Super nerd?
He was not overly protected of his belongings as he left it on the table while he places his order at the counter. He had a large fries and a large drink.
I guess he was just peculiar. Hopefully he has no medical complications (like OCD perhaps?).
But more peculiar sights was in store for me that night.
Imagine a 'working girl' from the back alley. Imagine the girl, with very short shorts, shaggy t-shirt and a walk that justifies her as a 'working girl', loitering in the mall with a large drink from the fast food joint in her hand. You take that girl out of the mall and put her on the streets, people will be asking straightaway: "Berapa?"
And then there's this butt-clasping couple. You know, the kind where they have their hands intertwined behind their back, clasping each others butt. Please lah, butt clasping should be restricted at private places only lah...not in public. Plus, it doesn't show your affection to each other. It just shows your carnal instinct!
There was more to be seen and tell, but I was too busy finishing off my miniaturised Bigmek...