An Aggravated...

...Encounter.

Obviously I have cooled down when I am typing this piece.

But the experience that I had while doing a little bit of shopping at Giant Hypermarket with Linda and the AKSes had left me in a bit of an aggravated state.

We came to get just a few items which totalled less than ten. As we were in a bit of a rush, we chose to use the fast lane that stated “ten items or less”. There was another shopper in front of us buying just two bottles of soda drinks. While in front of her was a couple with a trolley of goods.

As they were emptying the trolley onto the cashier’s register, I began counting their items and they were more than ten items.

The guy must have heard my count and he turned around and audibled something which did not register in my head, perhaps justifying why he was using the fast lane when he was not supposed to do so.

“Obviously you cannot read then.” That was my reply.

Then came a tirade of words from him and then the lady he was with joined in.

“You want to show you are smart.” Yes, I am really smart in counting.

“You want to show you have power.” I am I giant when shopping at Giant.

“You want to fuss over petty things.” Yup, this is included in my many pet peeves.

“There have been others who did this kind of thing and I just let them. Why can’t I do the same thing?” Then it is okay for me to slash your head just because others have done that before?

“Jangan jaga tepi kain oranglah.” But do you expect me to keep quiet when your stinking ‘tepi kain’ kept brushing my face?

“Take care of yourself first.” What do you think I am doing?

“Jaga baby tu dulu.” I hope there will be no hellspawn from both of you to create more havoc on this earth, we have enough of that already.

By that time our verbal joustling had attracted quite a large audience. Then when I stated that I just wanted the rules or laws to be adhered to, the woman with her finger wagging said:

“The law? They are just bullsh*t!” So you think ISA is good for you then...

By that time the scene was nearly over with the two of them mumbling something as they walked away and with me mumbling something of my own. One thing for sure, they will be categorised under the same label as the 'Pakcik' who ran me and Mortimer down not for away from Giant.

Back at the counter, the woman who was in front of us just now agreed wholeheartedly with my action and reprimanded the cashier herself for entertaining those with more than ten items using the fast lane.

Unlike the other hypermarkets such as Sabasun and M*dyn which had a strict policy in regards of the use of the fast lanes, Giant staffs seemed to be lacksaidal in their policing of the matter.

I wish my path will cross with the couple again, especially while queieng since they said the law is bullshit. Then I could just cut in front of them and see whether there will be any reaction from them or not.

What do you think?

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Moron...

...on the Road.

There is nothing much enjoyable than taking a ride with Mortimer on an open road. However, when the road become a bit jammed with traffic I have to be extra careful as Mortimer’s body is not as nimble as the ‘kapchai’ and scooters dominating our road today.

Malaysian motorcyclists are known for their daredevil attitude on public roads with numerous clips on the ‘youtube’ about the exploits of our ‘mat rempits’.

We as the public rely on the enforcement by the relevant authorities, namely the traffic division of the Royal Malaysian Police and also by the Road Transport Department to stem the problem caused by this ‘mat rempits’.

We also bank on these authorities to set good examples to the public when it comes to road safety. Then there are also motoring and biking clubs that most of the time will work together with the authorities in promoting the same agenda.

Unfortunately when they are not promoting safety some of these motoring and biking clubs are happy to promote unsafe driving and riding habits, and sometimes aided by the authorities too.

Why am I saying this?

The recent Labour Day holiday saw an extended weekennd for many in the West Coast and many took the opportunity to have a trip to Terengganu. As usual this will result in a bit of a jam in kT, especially on the Sultan Mahmud Bridge.

On my way back from a futsal match I was stuck in a jam on the bridge. Suddenly a loud horn was heard from the rear and in the rearview mirror I saw a number of big bikers riding bettween the cars to get themselves to the front.

Now, it is normal for the ‘kapchai’ to do that and admittedly I do that with Mortimer though not all the time. But sounding your horn, telling people to give way to you was just plain rude.

It is YOUR choice to buy the big bike and if you come stuck behind heavy traffic then you don’t go sounding your horn telling people to give way for you.

What irritated me more, there was a biker with the word ‘POLIS’ pasted on the back of his vest wagging his finger to me. How I wished he could see which finger that I wagged at him.

C’mon, you are the one who should be telling these bikers not to ride dangerously, yet you are the one who promoted dangerous riding habits to them.

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