It’s a typical Monday morning, I went for breakfast after struggling for hours on the bed trying to get some shut eye.

As I approached the nasi lemak stall, “eh dik, tingkap tak tutup?” a makcik out of no where reminded me. Thank you, but no thank you. As long as my car is within sight, I’d rather leave the window open. Lets bad fume out, morning breeze in.

“Tak takut ke orang curi kerete?” she blurted.

“Itulah guna insurans.” I replied.

“American sungguh kamu ni”.

Deep within my sub concious mind I replied, “tengok name laa makcik!”

ps: I never leave my cars unlock. Plus, there’s nothing in the car.

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Everyone was rushing down the escalator, but I decided to relax and jumped into the elevator, so were other makciks and pakciks. I was probably the youngest in the crowd. Like I said, I wanted to relax and I wasn’t in a rush.

As I was holding the door for others, a pakcik came marching and ran into my back. I was sandwiched to the wall. I didn’t want to scold him for his rough behavior. I’ll let him slide. (Control high blood konon).

The car was considerably packed, everyone fought for their space. It would definitely be a mess if someone farts. Thank God, nothing exotic happened.

The door slowly opened, the same pakcik pushed everyone aside, being selfish as ever making his way out.

This pakcik needs some schooling. Allow me to introduce some anarchy here.

I held his bag and let everyone passed. Everytime he asked me to let go, I pretended not to hear and kept my grip firmer. One hand on top of the other.

Ko ni apehal? Kurang ajar ke? He yelled at me.

Lain kali, kalau nak cepat keluar, masuk last sekali. Itu pon tak reti ke? I replied.

Too me, it doesn’t matter if you’re an old fart or a hot girl with a pierced tongue. Just as long as you know how to respect others. Here’s an example.

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There I was, doing 90kmh taking my sweet time over taking cars on the fastest lane. Until I saw an Orange MyVi, I slowed down. There were 2 girls inside the car and I’m not sure they’re hot or not. It was dark and obviously I had to focus on driving.

The driver’s door wasn’t properly shut, so I honked them, worrying of their safety.

I honked again. Raising my hand, trying to get some attention. She looked at me and pretended she didn’t see me.

The third time I honked, she raised her hand as if refusing to communicate. WTF?

Eventhough I am driving a souped-up Gen2 with nasty looks and peeled paints, doesn’t mean I’m trying to get girls on the road! What more while driving! Obviously I know a better technique to get a girl’s number. Shessh. Perasan gile ok!

Down-shifted and sped back to chase the traffic.

It left me puzzled for minute there. Here I am, concerned about their safety while they tried hard to refuse my good-will gesture.

It’ll probably be too late to tell her, “I told you so”, when she’s thrown out of her car.

ps: I can imagine her telling her friends, someone is trying to woo her on the road. Ko igt ko abes comel la?

pss: That’s not my car, in case you’re wondering. Bad ass pipping exhaust, good design but fail air flow.

Funny story, read on.