Last Sunday, I bought a digital clock from a kiosk located beside Marine Parade Central Food Centre. When I read the English User Manual on how to set the time, I nearly fell off my chair. You see, this clock came with features which no other clock had:
per petual calendar;
sound of one team;
dripping alarm (I thought I bought a digital clock and not a water one?);
But this one certainly took the cake:
My goodness, the English was simply atrocious - four glaring errors in just 3 points. Or was it intentionally disguised humour? Needless to say, I ended up even more confused than before I read the manual. The author had failed miserably. No prizes for guessing which country this product was made in.
It has come to a point where I purposely choose to buy this country's products just to have a good laugh reading their manuals. Maybe that is part of their marketing strategy. Now I have committed two crimes in the past week - one for corruptly accepting a lavish lunch and now for embezzling sleep. Book me Danno.
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