Mrs. V is another "character" in my life, she had some problems with her husband. They quarrelled every other day, and the hubby liked to throw things at her. They finally get divorced and both moved out from the semi-d house.
I remember this poor lady phoned Datuk H's house to ask for a lift to the hospital, she's suffering from a very bad asthma. The Datin answered the call, and started shooting some questions.
Datin:Where did you get my number? You've never called me
before...
Mrs. V: I'm your neighbour, my house is at the end of the road.
Datin: What do you want?
Mrs. V: I need a favour, can you send me to the hospital
Datin: You are a nurse right? All this while how did you go
there?
Mrs. V: Taxi
Datin: You better call one now, if not you'll be running late for
work!
Mrs. V: I'm having asthma, I need to see a doctor.
Datin: Mmm...kalau awak nampak saya dalam kereta, awak takde pun
mau angkat tangan sama saya. Apa pasal saya kena tolong
awak ini hari?
Datin put down the phone...
Mrs. V walked to our house and Mom sent her to the hospital.
*conversation - extracted from the story told by Mrs. V to Mom - edited it so that the uglier side of the Datin could be concealed. Boleh ke?
This Datuk and Datin ah, they have 4-5 cars. All imported ones you know, not the cikai2 proton Waja or whatever. They have 3 chauffers, a gardener and dunno how many maids. This family ah is one damned tangkai jering family lah...
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