I’ve noticed a disconcerting thing in my local Post Office. The language used by the people behind the counter has devolved into some strange monosyllabic form of what was once English.

For instance, when you are standing in a queue waiting to be served, the manglish that indicates you should step forward is “Pyu?” (said with a sing-songy rising inflection). Then, when the transaction is finished, the signal that you should leave the counter is “Kyu!” with a high, slightly falling inflection.

What is perhaps most offputting is that everyone who works there seems to do this. Since the service is always glacially slow, it can’t be that they’re trying to save time or anything.

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