On a bad day, I thought Roger's bunny was a duck!

When we arrived at the Kota Kinabalu airport for a trip there last, M’s bag and mine took ages to appear. Vardamir & TJ both had gotten their bags already. It was rather strange, considering that M checked in with TJ, and I with Vardamir.

As the crowd was thinning, I turned to Vardamir and chirpily said, “It’s ok. The bags must be somewhere at the back. For as long as the conveyor belt is still moving, we have nothing to worry about. If the belt stops, then we panic!”

The moment I finished the sentence, the belt stopped.

And our bags only turned up 12 hours later.


Tuesday, 19 October 04

7.40am

I called Yin to be told that he broke his glasses. I so understand the blurry misery, and I offered to pick him up and drop him at his office on my way to work.

On our way there, in between chats, he asked, “What time is it?”

“20 to 9. Why?”

“Wow, this has got to be the earliest I’ve ever arrived the office! I normally don’t come in till past 10!”

At the end of his sentence, the car broke down.

Oh. My. God.

Note to self: We should all stop saying things that could invite trouble right next moment.

Before you jump into stupid conclusions, the petrol tank was half full.

8.43am

Called AAM

“Hi, I need your help. The membership number is xxxxxx. And am stuck along Jalan XYZ”

“Certainly. Before that though, the membership is under Mr. AGA…”

“Yes, that’s my father”

“Is he there with you?”

“No. He isn’t. He’s away for Umrah”

“Oh, I’m sorry. The membership is not transferable. He needs to be there with you.”

“But he isn’t! And I’m driving his car instead. Can’t you help at all? I’m holding up traffic here!!”

“The AAM member need to be present, Ma’am. Are you not a member?”

I wasn’t very amused at this point. I don’t own a car, for the obvious reason that I cannot afford one. When I need to, I’d take one of the cars at home. So how can I be an Automobile Association member when I don’t own, er, an automobile?! And I pointed this out to her.

“The most I can do, Ma’am, is to send an authorized tow truck to the location. But you would have to pay”

Great. I’ve been broke since 10 days ago. Just great.

Waiting for the tow truck was another agony. Yin was standing outside by the car and later realized how many of his friends were using the same road. He received calls of “Eh, was that you I just passed? Were you the guy posing like a car model just now ah?”

By the third phone call, he turned to me and said, “Eh, next time, can you like pick a less popular road to breakdown ah?”

Sheesh

I ended taking emergency leave and towed the car back to our workshop near home. I figured I might as well send the car to someone who’s familiar with it. But more importantly, I sent it to Lim’s Workshop so that Papa will settle the bill. Hee!

1.18pm

Enough excitement. I changed into my nightie and crawled my way back to bed.

5.45pm

Decided to meet Non, Shir & Yin for berbuka. Chose to drive Sicko's car.

6.25pm

Waited for Yin at the LRT station.

6.28pm

A careless idiot of a driver grazed the right rear of my car in the attempt to leave her parking space. Went down, saw the scratch, exchanged phone numbers. Too tired to argue, so I told her the Sicko would deal with this when he returns with my parents.

Yin suggested for me to mandi bunga to wash away this bad karma I seem to have. Malena vowed that Yin was the bad karma himself.

By the sound of it, I prefer to believe the latter.