Highlight of the month: The bali pants catwalk

Never leave your house in pyjamas even for a brief drive around your neighbourhood, unless...you don't mind being apprehended in you pyjamas lah.

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I slept pretty late on Wednesday (it's actually on Thursday morning as I slept after 1 a.m.). I only woke up at 7.20 a.m. after my lil bro yelled out my name from downstairs and rushed to do my Subuh prayers (yeah, yeah, Subuh badak sumbu).

My eyes were still heavy with tiredness but I had to send my brother to school. So, I grabbed my windbreaker, put it on and got into the car. I drove to USJ 10. As I approached the traffic light near Summit, the radio in the car started showing some funny signs, kejap ada suara, kejap takde. I thought it was because of the wiring (last time, the radio had similar problem), so I simply ignored it.

When I stopped at the traffic light at the Giant junction, the engine sounded as if it was going to die soon, so I rammed the accelerator. I reached Zak's school five minutes later, and suddenly the battery indicator flashed red. I thought of stopping by the gas station, but when I looked at the pants I was wearing at that time, I prayed hard that I could reach home before the car comes to a halt and drove on.

To avoid the heavy traffic, I was told to use the Hicom Shah Alam road, but there were too many traffic lights there and my car finally gave up at the traffic light near a Hindu temple. I was panic-striken for a moment; I didn't want to go out of the car in such clothing!! My handphone had no credit so I can't call anyone for help (read: can't call my dad!), I had to do something...

I saw two officers controlling the traffic near the traffic lights in front, so I got down from the car (God knows how embarrassed I was seeing myself like that) and walked towards them. There's some sort of a walkway raised few inches from the ground to separate the two-way traffic (I don't know what it is called in English or Malay, bukan bahu jalan kan, bahu jalan tu yang dekat dengan emergency lane tu kan, ye ke?), and I paraded in my Bali pants (the sort that the angmo(s) likes to wear) on the walkway - it gives a new definition to embarrassment.

(to be continued...)