The husk was too neat. A ripe Musang King admits itself — the seams splay, the smell gets opinionated. This one needed another afternoon on the shelf and the seller knew it and said so, which is how I still trust him.
There is a queue, and the queue has a constitution: aunties first, aunties who have come daily for years before aunties who come daily. I cut once. I have since learned to arrive at 7:10 and stand correctly.
The tube ice machine is the most hygienic object in the kopitiam and the least trusted. The cube ice bin, touched by every hand, is trusted implicitly. I have the swab results. You won't enjoy them but you'll be safer.