I brew a pot of fresh coffee (yeah, from the "grinded" beans I got from CB last Friday,heheh) when i rose this morning...and had a big tumbler brought to office.
It calms me down....my Viennese coffee brew....especially since I can't still get over the mtf incident at Caltext last Friday. I hope those assholes rot in hell!!!And now that my tumbler of coffee is finished, i start feeling fidgety again.
Now I wish I had brough the coffee maker (and coffee beans) to office and brew them here instead....
What happen actually? I bet all of you are dying to know (or I am just dying to tell, bent up frustrations have bad impact on me...)
So the story goes....my car broke down during the Friday rush hour after work jam at Jalan Sulta Ismail, in ront of Caltex, because my oil tank dried up. Ok..my mistake, I didnt get the tank fixed, but I figured that I had my tank filled to run for more than 200 km's and I only used up about 150km....i surely can go in and out of town and fill the tank on my way back right??
Boy was I wrong...
But then I thank God that it broke down in front of a gas station. At least that's taken care off.
So I park at the side in front of Alliance Bank's bus station, and strut to the gas station. Being me, never a damsel in distress....I politely asked the attendant for help. They said "No" and thought me how to do it myself. I said "OK", put a Rm10 deposit to borrow a tank and filled in with RM6 gas....filled the tank, and strut back.
The shitty part happen when I tried to fill the tank, failed to realise that the sorry ass "corong" they gave me aint working and start spilling the gas out of the tank. Shit!! DID starts freaking out. Now, instead of strutting, I marched back to Caltex to get major help.
Here is the excerpt of the (summarised) plea for help:
Me; Dik, tolong la, memang i tak boleh buat sendiri ni...
Pump attendant: Ala , kan boleh buat sendiri...macam mana boleh tak sedar minyak dah abis?
Me; meter rosak la, tadi i dah try , minyak sampai melimpah ok (and my manicure dah rosak ni, u damn it!!!)
Pump attendant; Sape suruh tak betulkan pam.lagipun kitorang tak boleh keluar lebih dari 5 minit.
Me; (kerek sial mamat ni) ala, kereta bukannya jauh....depan ni je, tak sampai 5 minit. i boleh datang balik in less than that. Please la, I'm panicking already ni...
Pump attendant; Tak boleh la...kan dah kata tak boleh keluar lebih dari 5 minit?
Me; Ala, kan ada 3 org ni, cashier 2 je, takkan sorg pun tak boleh tolong?
Pump attendant; Ambik je straw ni tahan benda tu, masukkan corong, mesti boleh buat punya?
Me; (I lashed) U know what, save it....kalau org sendiri tak nak tolong...sampai bila2 pun awak duduk belakang cashier box tu!
I strode out of the gas station....tried furiously for the last time to fill my tank.
When I finally succeeded, the asshole appeared to me.
Pump attendant; kenapa tak tunggu, kan I datang ni.
Me; (duh???) tak payah la....lupakan saja. kalau tak ikhlas tak payah datang tolong...
I threw his tank in the trash can.
He watched me drove off...
I wish (still wishing) I can bomb the Caltex....and may the asshole rot in hell...
Seriously, I have never met a pump attendant who's such an arse!
Phewh...finally out of my chest.
Now I'm going to go and have another cup of coffee...