I Got My Wheels Back

I got my wheels back. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! That was last Saturday after work actually. I had no time to blog about it earlier. I went for a massage session that Saturday evening and whole day shopping on Sunday. That's from 11 a.m. and I reached home at almost 9. Really lepas gian after 2 weeks without wheels. My feet were so tortured that the massage session the day before was like nothing at all. Monday after work I went window-shopping again. It rained cats and dogs that I decided to stop at a shopping complex, have dinner and jalan-jalan. I also don't want to go back through Jalan Sg. Buloh and risk getting caught in a flash flood. I just got my car from the workshop. I don't want to send it to the workshop again.

I was praying, thanking God I got my car back and is able to drive it from the moment I got my car back until now. No more commuter, LRT, bus and relying on my brother and colleague for transportation.

The worst part of the whole deal was the bus I took on Friday. I got a seat after standing for a few minutes. I thought that was better than the day before. I had to stand from the moment I got on the bus until I reached my place. That was more than 1-hour trip. I was wrong. After some time, I realized there's an odd shape leaning at my left shoulder. I was looking outside the window the whole time. When I turned my face to see what was it that was leaning against my shoulder, I instantly reacted by moving away from it and almost squashed the big Malay guy sitting beside me against the window.

An old, skinny Chinese man leans his crotch on my shoulder. Yikes! A crotch near my face. He didn't look apologetic at all. When I look up, he turned his face away. As if by turning away, he disassociates his crotch with him. He moved away a little bit for a while. I tried to squeeze myself as little as I can (if that is possible). My whole muscle was tensed. I almost forgot to breath. Then he leaned at me again. I almost elbowed him. "Iiieee.... bagi karang" and I make an elbowing action. The Malay lady standing beside him gives me the encouragement. "Bagi jer. Biar dia rasa. Kurang ajar betul!" The image of him doubling up from pain flashes through my mind. Do I want to do that? Iiieee... my poor elbow. He moved away a little bit again. I hold one big bag on my left side so he won't be able to lean so near to me.

The Malay guy sits quietly beside me. He didn't budge one little bit. Didn't say a word. Then the old man did it again. When I looked up, he looked away. Hello! Hello! I called to him but he kept looking away. It's not as if he can't stand somewhere else. It's a bit cramped but if he is decent enough, he would change his position. I'm contemplating of standing up and ask him to move and stand away from my seat. I don't care what everyone else would think. But as I was contemplating, the bus stopped and many people got down. So it will look very obvious if he didn't move away. He did and I breathe a sigh of relief. God! I want my car back.

Did you all blame me? Should I give my seat to the old man? I've made a vow, 'Old men can stand'. If old men can take viagra, if a grandfather can rape their grandchildren, if old man can do unthinkable things that you don't think an old man can do, they can stand. No doubt about that! Iiieeee.... the shape... the shape... I still remember the feel of that odd shape on my left shoulder. Old men can stand kan. So, stand lah!