There was once at my previous job when I had to travel to Bintan with half a dozen chiobu in tow, and decided it would be nice to be wearing a tank-top and shorts, seeing as the chiobu were wearing the same.
At the ferry terminal where we met up, one of the said chiobu said to me, ‘Wah lao, you know Indonesia is halal one right? You wear like that look like pork!’
I din get no respeck!
That, and one dizzy spell and a full blood-screening a few months later convinced me something had to be done if chiobu were to take me seriously.
Five years later, look at me! Not only do chiobu take me seriously (‘I’m serious, dude, take my photo off your blog now!’), I made mr brown stop talking for five minutes as he negotiated the third 400m at the track.