Saturday, January 12, 2008
Got A Scratch On My Car
God forgive me. I was hoping that the service could end earlier as I was looking forward to drive my cell group to a far away land to enjoy a good meal. It has been a long time since I joined them for dinner. Caught up with carolling and service. Christmas is the season of giving, and I gave my time to my family, some friends and people I do not know. I was planning to drive them to Bedok Market Place when I was called to serve a greater purpose: to plan for a choir outing. What a man got to do is what a man got to do. I discussed the outline of the event with Frankenstein. Then I went to eat dinner with 无敌, All Smooth and No Big. I flew to join my cell group. Eliz Navida was standing at the cross junction. Cars were zooming past. She hopped into my pickup. We drove round the carpark thrice but could not get an empty parking space. I was waiting for a passage to clear when a car made a big swing and scratch my door. I wind down the window to check the damage. Thank God. Just a scratch. I looked at the other party's car. His Hyundai got a scratch too. I decided to let him off out of kindness and drove off. I realised that the car was behind me. I drove out of the carpark and entered it again. The car did likewise. Suspicious. I stopped by the side of the main road. The car stopped beside me and the driver motioned me to wind down my window. He said, "Get down. We need to talk." I asked with a curious tone, "Why?" He answered, "You scratch my car." I was taken aback by his answer. He scratched my pickup. I let him off. He chased me and claimed that I scratched his car! What is his problem, I thought to myself. I was agitated as I explained to him the whole picture. He made a swing. I alerted him with a honk. His car scratched my pickup. He and his friends insisted that my pickup moved and scratched his car. Eliz Navida tapped at my shoulder and asked me to keep my cool. But she barked at him herself. You should have seen her face. Never mess with a woman. Finally he said, "Forget it." His car scratched my pickup and he acted like the good Samaritan. What a big joke.
Posted by Benjamin at 10:00 PM