This year’s birthday was certainly of the more eventful sort. Honestly I wasn’t very thrilled for this day-not sure why either-and I woke up on Monday feeling particularly normal or rather, dull. After the daily routine of breakfast and reading the papers, I got up to my room to use the internet and maybe start on some work. See? How efficient am I, haha.
So imagine my surprise when Andrew came back looking very worried and anxious. Apparently he’d gotten 4 summonses and wasn’t aware of it. To add insult, Monday was the last day of this discounted rate of 50% on summonses. I decided to follow him-because I’d probably be stuck at home anyway, no difference-and we literally flew to The Curve’s kiosk counter to pay up.
The queue was already at a respectful length when we got there-and we waited until 1:30pm ish for the counter to open.
While waiting certainly got on my nerves, it was the fact that everyone’s true colors shone through, most of the time it’s ugly to watch. I continued to be aghast at the thick-faced people who actually just jumped the queue thinking of no one but themselves, obviously. I get it, you are desperate to pay your summonses-isn’t everyone doing the same thing? A little consideration would go a long way, mind you. And the person who did it in front of us was an old lady! She isn’t old as in really old, but perhaps in her fifties to sixties. And one minute she wasn’t there, the next moment she was, like David Blaine. The lady in front of us was pissed, and I can’t blame her. She was the only one who actually reprimanded her (loudly too) for what she did as clearly no one wanted to tell an old lady off. But still, you’re evidently old enough to understand common etiquette!
As if she was doing the right thing, her daughter even came over and stood up for her, saying that she was her mom and all that nonsense. Erm, hello? How does that apply to this situation? Evidently you inherited your hard-as-rock skin from your mother. Either way you deserved all the summons you got.
Also, there were people who tried to ‘cheat’ the long queue by asking people close to the front to pay on behalf of their part. Nice try. One guy brought a huge wad of 100 dollar bills-we think that he was paying for a lot of others-and held up the queue for almost half and hour. Or more. Just…. what. In your friends’ eyes you’re probably a Good Samaritan bordering on saintly, but that’s just as inconsiderate as cutting the line.
In total, I think we waited for roughly 5 hours, and everyone was hot and bothered by then. All was not lost, Andrew and I made a new friend and shared a currypuff and iPhone tip or two. What can I say-definitely one of my more memorable ways to spend a birthday.
But Malaysians who think that they can get away with jumping the queue is seriously annoying. Most people may be too polite to tell you off-just wait, you might get karma handed to you on a plate, with embarrassment as the appetizer. Don’t say we all didn’t give you an early warning.
