Yesterday at 7pm, as Miss S and I were waiting for the lift at the office to go home...
Miss S: So when are you getting your new car?
Me: Next week if I take the first batch. If not, will wait for the second batch at the end of the month.
Miss S: We so have to go out for lunch!
Me: Sure thing!
We headed to the car park at said goodbye. I headed to my good old car, opened the door, inserted the key into the ignition, turned on the engine...
Kehekehekek... And silence.
Okay, one more time.
Kehekehekek... And again, silence.
Seriously? One last time.
Kehekehekek... Rammed the engine... Vroom... Vroom... And silence.
My good old car suddenly wasn’t being good! It wouldn’t start! Argh!
Called my dad. Confused him with my not-so-technical explanation of the problem. After going back and forth several times, I finally got the message across. He said it must be the battery. Told me to call the insurance company.
Called the insurance company. They said their nearest repair guy was in Sunway. I would have to wait for a while for him to reach my office. Fine (as if I got any other choice).
The repair man called. Confused him with my not-so-technical explanation of the problem, like how I confused my dad. Cars and engines are so NOT my thing! Well, except for Formula 1 races that I hardly miss. Other than that, naaaah!
Angah called (dad told him what happened) wondering if he had to pick me up. Told him it was fine, I would wait for the repair guy. If the repair guy couldn’t fix it then only I needed Angah to bring me home.
Dad called. He told me if the car could start after the repair guy fixed it, just bring the car home. We could change the battery later.
7:15pm. Drizzles on the windscreen. The waiting game began.
8:15pm. I had waited for an hour. Nearly dozed off on the driver’s seat.
The repair man called. “Tunggu sekejap ye. Saya kat Federal Highway.” More waiting. Great.
Saw my colleague Mr. R walked by. Usually he is the last person to leave the office. Couldn’t believe I would be leaving later that him! On a Friday night too!
The repair man called again. He was already at the gate. Gave him the direction to the car park. Saw him approaching. Finally!
He turned on the engine. Popped up the hood. Took out some tools. Some twisting here. Some turning there. Rammed the accelerator. Yadda... Yadda... Yadda...
After about 15 minutes the car was up and running.
Signed off some papers. Called my dad to tell him all was well. Called Angah to tell him to get ready, I needed him to accompany me to buy a new battery.
Picked Angah up. Went around town looking for a battery shop that was open. Found none. Not surprised. It was almost 10pm already.
All because of you old car.
Bad old car.
Buang baru tau!