Sparky?

It occurred to me as I was sitting in the customer lounge that my car, does not have a name, unlike a certain Rpmnut.But then hor, my car isn't turquoise either.

My car, like it's owner is spunky, direct and doesn't take much shit from anyone. The gender of my car shall remain unspecific, solely for the reason that I can't decide if it feels more like a tough female or a gentle male. And no, cars are not bisexual.So for all intents and purposes, it shall remain asexual.

All these earth shattering revelations came to me while I was waiting for car to be serviced. Toyota service centres are comfy, they give you nice comfy chairs, astro and a huge window for you to gaze at the mechanics working on your car. Sweaty, greasy men in uniform..hmm.

They also feed you..made me happy. Amazing what some biscuits and milo can do. I gladly ( well, not too reluctantly) parted with what, I believe, would have been the tea lady who served me my milo and biscuits, monthly income. Nobody said Toyota service is cheap.But I had too, car deserved a good service, plus still under warranty.Really am banking on the warranty here and not hua ren tea..

But seriously, what should be car's name? Sparky for spark plugs? Sounds too much like Spot for dog..I like Bumblebee, but no part of car resembles a yellow Camaro. For the record, it's champagne gold and like I said, its got attitude. You know car's got personalities, right? I mean, there are the tough, move over if you're hogging the fast lane ones ( like BH's), the quirky ones, the I-don't-give-a-shit ones, the mommy, gentle ones, the crazy, I think I'll swerve out anywhere anytime I want ones....you know what I mean? Car is..steady, reliable, doesn't cause trouble,patient, but don't you go messing with car, especially you crazy,swerve outta nowhere ones. Like I said, car's got attitude.

Maybe I'll just stick with car..

Right...sure

Now that my car is in the workshop getting repairs, it's time for me to make some important decisions. I have no car for a good 2 - 3 weeks, something about parts needing shipment from Tokyo, so...hmm...maybe I should get my driver to roll out the Benz and chauffeur me to work. Wait...Uncle Charlie is on leave and I don't know how to handle a car that big. Maybe I should use the spare Maserati....hang on, my dad would kill me, since I can't drive manual. Oooohhh. I got it! I'll just take the Lear, go off to the Bahamas. 2 weeks is just about sufficient to get a tan, do justice to the books piled on the bed stand, relax and mingle with Paris, before she does her sentence of course. I tell you, it's all a publicity stunt, that media w****. By the time I get back, my car should be ready, no?

The reality : I'm wedged up in a Komuter, my behind up against some other girls hip, my back against some Indian guy, me, trying to grasp the poles to steady myself....all sorts of odours permeate my nose...heh.

When things don't work.

It's been 9 days since my accident and my car has yet to be fixed. All because I listened to my insurance agent, who told me that I needed to wait for the police confinement letter. I called Toyota again, finally got to speak to someone who could understand me and lo and behold, I don't need that letter. Nor do I need the "gambar rajah kasar". I just need my police report and the other persons insurance cover letter, which I need to get from JPJ. Here's the catch...my insurance agent, said he's get it for me on Monday/Tuesday. He calls me up on Wednesday and says...eh, I need your police report la...can fax to me ah?

I have since figured that the guy knows nuts and hence decided late Wednesday to go today, after work, shelving a prior appointment. BH came to the rescue, sorta Tarzan style, came over last night, got my report and went all the way to Wangsa Maju to get the cover letter. Does he deserve a muaks or not? A big one is coming his way anyway. Sorry to put THAT image in your head Shades...let it mingle with the other one, eh?

The past week, I keep remembering what a Swedish patient mentioned to me. He said he loves our country, it's nice, its warm, but when he needs things done...God help him, nothing works. Am now beginning to see why. It's true, bureaucracy is in every level, be it in the government agencies or even private ones, as I mentioned earlier about THAT insurance company. Also the level of stupidity is at its all time high, as demonstrated by my current insurance agent, who seems to love running around like a headless chicken. By the way, does anyone know of a good motor insurance agent? My road tax and insurance needs renewing by June.

So back to my 3189...now that I got all I need, am gonna send it tomorrow morning and hopefully the people at Toyota do WORK. Otherwise, you'll read all about here, hot and fresh off the press.

Oh, on a sarcastic note, am gonna be posting only about certain instructors in the gym. Apparently I've "over-exposed" myself, in more ways than one, hence...am going for the path of least resistance.