Seen Near the Tauhu Bakar Stall
It was late evening. We were fishing out the last remnants of the tauhu bakar special (RM 3.50 with dried sotong). Out of nowhere came this deep buzzing sound gaining the attention of all the patrons of the row of food stalls. Slowly but surely 3 big bikers passed by and stopped right smack behind where we were sitting. One was Honda CBR, the other Yamaha whose model I forgot and yet the other one (model unknown). The proud riders of these big bikes were trying to find parking space for their glamorous bikes and without giving it much thought announced that the best place to park his bike was right behind my fiancé. They proceeded to do just that, with one rider not forgetting to ram his engine sending off fumes and heat to my fiancé's head, lest no one in the vicinity of the whole neighbourhood notices his BIG and oh-so-gempak bike. Little did I know that while the rude rider did this, my fiancé, nursing his wounded soul and his teh tarik gelas besar silently cursed the rider under his breath.
The riders, after parking their bikes with glee, stood around waiting for an empty table to surface. It seemed suddenly that everyone was eating very slowly and politely and managed to find just one more crumb under the banana leaf to nibble on. No one was leaving their table. The riders, getting anxious by the minute, enhanced their presence by laughing loudly with each other. That's right, the oh-look-at-us-big-bikers laugh. It seems that their antics were in vain since not one table was left empty. Frustrated, the leader of the pack decided to find another place to show off their big guns.
First one, then the other started to leave. There was only one rider left - the one exactly behind my fiancé. Just as his friends passed by him and thereby leaving him, he started his engine. Click. No sound. Another click. Still no sound. His shoulders slumped a little and his neck was bowed down. Third click and it was certain. His batteries ran out. All this while I've watched his antics and the laughter is just bubbling inside my chest. This rider took off his helmet again and proceeded to disappear. After finally failing to find another bit of nutty chilly sauce, we decided to call it a night. As we were walking towards the car, we found a slightly amusing surprise. The rider was hunched up against a phone booth obviously trying to call his friends to come back and help him with his bike!
Moral of the story Versi Baik:
Baik beli battery handphone daripada beli motor besar. Kalau takder tempat nak makan pon boleh lagi pakai handphone untuk call delivery.
Moral of the story Versi Kurang Baik:
Padan muka hang!
Posted in: on February 10, 2005 at at 6:24:00 AM
