Man at Petrol Station

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!

Better late than never. An uncle came up to me when i was at a petrol station. So, i lowered the window a little. He poured granny stories about coming all the way from Melaka to take admission form from TAR college for his daughter or his sister... somewhere along that lines...

He went on saying he didn't have enough money and would want to borrow RM 18 to get back to some tol somewhere then he can... something something something... Being already almost late for work, i went through my bag, got my purse and took out a few ringgit. But but but... it was too late when it suddenly occured to me that it might most probably be a scam. At that moment, i felt like the aunty who just banked in RM 10,000 into a china account because some cina-pek ah lian called me from China and told me i won first prize! then later, learned that it was a con-job.

Easy money i tell you. erm.. with nice people like me... ahhahaha. Anyways, i gave him a few ringgit, then the phone rang frantically, picked up the phone and stepped on the accelerator... and vrrooomed to midvalley. But at the side of my hear i heard him asking how can he pay me back to money. Cruel is me.

I mean, it is either he is really pro, playing the game til the end or rather he is just plain upright genuine. It made me think.. is the world really that corrupted? or is it just us. In just a simple manner, we can take it and bloom it into some awesome story using our endless imagination.

Over think? Under think? Sometimes its just in us. Things would be easier if things are more upfront. Don't want? ok, fine.. move on. If no money, say lah no money.. no need to tell tale of sisters.. i would have still given him a few bucks.. how about you?

life is complex, life is unpredictable, life is rewarding, life is drama
*yes, i stole it from hallmark. :p