There Are Nasty People In This World

(Note: draft written on Thursday, 19/02/09 and published only today thanks to Streamyx.)

I GOT BANNED FROM A CAR PARK.

Here's what happened:

Me: Hello.
Kanasai: So. Ten dollars ah.
Me: Wha...?
Kanasai: Six for today, four for Tuesday.
Me: What! I told you I didn't come on Tuesday what. I thought I told you yesterday.
Kanasai: Oh no. You came. You parked here. I even wrote it down. See. *shows me a paper with columns and four-digit numbers on it*
Me: But I wasn't here on Tuesday!
Kanasai: You were here. Ten dollars. Please.
Me: Look, I wasn't here on Tuesday. I told you that. And do you have any idea how many cars have the number 1328 listed on their license plates?
Kanasai: No, no. It's your car. Ten dollars.
Me: Look, it can't be lor, okay, because my Daddy wasn't in Bangkok on Tuesday so I didn't have to drive myself ov...
Kanasai: *rolls eyes* Look, I don't care whether your Daddy was in Bangkok (said with the suppressed contempt; I suspect the poor man's never had a chance to see the outside of Seremban) or not on Tuesday... I have proof (got emphasis one!) that it was you; so, ten dollars. Please. (again with the "ten dollars fullstop please"! I damn scared lor okay.)
Me: Well excuse me, but it wasn't (I also can emphasize my words!) me. I'm gonna give ya six bucks, and that's it.
Kanasai: *snatches my six bucks* Fine. I'll take your six dollars. Now you can leave; don't ever come back here to park again.
Me: (Screw you.) *drives off*

Like seriously, watafak?!
Do I seriously have the face of a person who looks like I'm gonna cheat you of RM4?!
And even if I was dastardly (and daring) enough to drive (MY FATHER'S) car OVER the divide on Tuesday, to escape a FOUR-DOLLAR FEE, then pray tell, why did I happily pay you six bucks on Wednesday and today?
I would have to be the biggest dumbass ever!

Anyhoo, like the sad, sad person that I am, I drove out quietly without any fuss, and promptly started crying as soon as I turned the corner.

I've never felt so bad before - if there's anything worse than being accused of being a liar and a cheat, is being accused of being a liar and a cheat, without reason, without actually having lied or cheated, by a complete stranger. Damn ouch okay, some random f'ler takes one look at you and decides with the utmost confidence that you are not to be trusted. OUCH, I said.

Naturally, after managing to drive home reasonably safely between sobs and teary eyes, Mommy saw my eyes all red and puffy, so she grabbed me by the arm and drove BACK to Carlton Star Car Park and demanded an apology.

That's my Mom for ya.

The words, "I'm sorry, okay?"
could not have come out more strangled than it would have out of a throttled dog.

Then, being after being malufied and all (cos my Momma had proof, too: my appointment card, which I forgot about, that being the other reason I did not even go to college on Tuesday), he still insisted that I can't come back to park there, to heck with it being a public car park and all, he doesn't like me, and that there are plenty of other car parks in the area.

And when questioned about why he felt the need to use such a brusque tone on me, he dawdled for a bit before he finally said it: "..when people try to cheat me... I just tell them off."

Fucker!

Basically what he's implying is, that despite that sorry excuse for an apology, I'm still a liar, a cheat, a troublemaker and whatever. (Like wow, I had no idea I looked so badass. *rolls eyes*)

Apparently if I continue to park there I will continue to cause even more problems for him, and so he plans to ban all cars with the numbers 1328 on their license plate from parking there. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure sounds like what he plans to do.

Daddy says he'll park there tomorrow deliberately using the same car. Lol.

Truth be told, I chose Carlton because it's open-air and in full view of two very busy main roads, and being the bicepless wimp that I am, I need to be safe and alive enough to see the day Leehom-baby finally proposes.

Sure I can park on Terminal's roof, it'll only cost me RM2.10, but I have to walk a block, and the building's pretty old and shady. And a known molester/kidnapper/delinquent/drug addict's haunt (all accusations made with solid proof, unlike some), so thank you very much.

Plus I liked the previous attendant, an uncle who forever wore a white button-down, red fisherman's hat and Soulja Boy shades. Quite a character, I know. But he was the nicest parking attendant ever, he'd make it a point to have a light chat when you arrive or leave, and inform you about their promotions that'll help you save on the parking fee. Plus he patrotically guaranteed that for the ridiculous six bucks, that my car would be safe for sure. How could I not park there. Seriously have no idea why and how he got replaced by this A-hole.

Sigh. Anyhoo Mom's still not happy, and she's gonna talk to Carlton's general manager or something or rather tomorrow, and hopefully the next time I park there my tyres won't get slashed or something.

Say... If I park there anyway and my car gets damaged, will he be liable? After all he told me not to park there...
(Contract and tort graduates, help me out here!)

The part I'm unhappy about is why I didn't handle the matter myself.
I cannot forever depend on other people to fight my fights for me, that's just... pathetic.
No sugarcoating it.

Dr. Buddy Rydell: Dave, there are two kinds of angry people - explosive and implosive. Explosive is the type of individual you see screaming at the cashier for not taking his coupon. Implosive is the cashier who remains quiet day after day and then finally shoots everyone in the store. You're the cashier.

I don't wanna shoot people.
Jail got no WiFi cannot blog lah
But I don't wanna be my Mom either.
Oh what should I do!!!
Oh where oh where is that little girl who used to get into fistfights and love it.
I could really use her right now.

Sigh. I wonder now if it's worth it to park there for the same six bucks minus the friendly attendant and with the added risk of my windows being "unknowingly" smashed in...

Now, don't tell me my paranoia's setting in again... Who'd expect some uncle to randomly start accusing you of cheating and lying and mengada-ing? And ban you from "his" car park?

Oh yeah he claimed that HE owned it worh. Pfft.
Let me tell you this:
The lot is the size of a school (used to be Mom's school, in fact), and to rent the lot, you'd have to have a significant amount of the green stuff, and you really expect me to believe that you, the PARKING LOT ATTENDANT, are the big tauke? Nigga prease!
Okay okay the chapter on HR said I cannot discriminate.
Fine.
Okay, big tauke, if you're the owner, rolling in banknotes and all, then pray tell:
Why on earth would you get to work at 8am, and sit in that stuffy shed till 8pm?
You tell me.

I'm sorry but I just can't get over it. Do things like this happen to regular people too, or is it just me and my "kenakan-able" factor? (anyone who says "face problem" will get one tight slap)

Should I just brave the drug addicts and park on the roof?

Grr. For what fuck. I want to park there means I want to park there because I can and I'm bloody paying you, and you better bloody well jaga my kereta 'cos that's your pathetic excuse for a job, and you know what, if you're too tired to fuck at night and spend your working hours wanking in that little shed and are frustrated as heck 'cause you ain't getting the real thing, I feel sorry for you, I do, but don't take it out on me, okay? Because you don't have to work there if you don't wanna. What with your reasonably good command of the English language, you could have a better paying job if you wanted. But you know what I think? I think you are a scared, angry little man, and with your charming attitude I guarantee I won't be the only customer you piss off.

So fuck you.


See ya in two weeks, sugar. *blows a kiss*


PS: You know what's really annoying? That my inner bitch decides to hibernate when faced with situations as such. She needs to start doing her part if she wants to share this body.

Okay rant's over.
Next post won't be so angsty, I promise. :)

Anyhoo while we're perusing imdb anyways:

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

After 400 years, I finally know how it's spelled.

Oh well off to watch that "Tuts My Barreh" vid on Sylvea's blog...
Cannot resist a guilty pleasure. =P

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Vinz is leaving today. Ongy2 tomorrow.
Argh why is everyone leaving me behind!!!
Koalas aren't THAT cute ya know.

Oh and speaking of people who leave me behind, Maiyin officially turned 19 on that said Troublesome Tuesday. I see new wrinkles. =P

"Food 'round the corner, food 'round the corner for meeeeee!!!"

I know it's your favourite song. XD