Royal Malaysian Pain

James vs the Milo Tin

Do I have the most exciting life or what? I'm parked and I get into an accident anyway. *sigh*

Yesterday after work, I walk towards my car only to find my bumper badly mutilated. As I approached, I noticed a nervous looking young dude eyeballing me. "You hit my car?" I scowled at him from afar to which he sheepishly nodded. Turns out it was his wife who was driving when a slight distraction caused her to lose control and plow into my car.

It annoyed me that I would have to make a police report, do my insurance claim and be without a car for awhile. I was mildly pissed-off yet at the same time, I appreciated this nice couple for hanging around after the accident till I showed up. I thought it was decent of them. Besides, they look really remorseful for the inconvenience they had caused me. But then again, maybe they're just smarting from the heavy damage their Kancil sustained.

Anyway, today I made a police report of the incident for my insurance claim. Turns out our Royal Malaysian Pain Police has a new system for reports. You key-in your own report in one of the 2 PCs available. Unfortunately for me, ahead of me was a two-finger typist with a writers block. At the other terminal was an aspiring novelist determined to make the bestseller's list here at the RMP. So despite having arrived at the station at 11am, I was only done submitting my report at 12:30pm.

After getting a printout of my report, I was directed to the room next door to meet the investigating officer. After another bout of waiting, I finally see the guy at 5 minutes to 1! He files in my report, instructs his colleague to take some snapshots and tells me to head upstairs to collect a copy of my report for my insurance claim. What the...!??! For some reason best known only to the RMP, they don't make you a copy on the spot. They prefer to inconvenience you. *sigh* But I don't argue. They have too much shit on me.

And so I run upstairs to Window 9 for my report only to find it closed for lunch. Defeated, I decided to have lunch with Cocaine (the friend, not the drug) and Bud (the friend, not the beer).

At 2pm, I dropped of my lunch companions and made my way back to the station. And that's when I ran into the mother of all traffic jams. What in the world happened? There were fender-benders everywhere in PJ! Cars were everywhere - on the roads, on the kerbs, on the road shoulders hoping to inch a little closer to their destination. Above, the sky was turning dark threatening to pour. It was crazy. It was like the world was coming to an end and everyone's trying to drive away!

Despite being only 15 minutes away, it took me 90 minutes just to get back to the station. And guess what. Yup, closed. Closed at 3:00pm! What kind of sexually-repressed, anal-retentive sadist came up with the idea to close a busy counter at 3:00pm!?

Ugh! I have to do this again tomorrow. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day.