This morning, during an idle moment in Ao Nang before flying back to Malaysia, my mind drifted to KK and I thought about what lies ahead at home.
My car, which is in for repairs, should surely be fixed by now and I text my insurance agent to confirm that it is.
“We had a minor snag”, he says instantly making my blood boil. “Turns out we didn’t have all your documents.”
I’m heading off to Thailand tomorrow for 9 days and I’ve had a brilliant idea.
How about I leave my car at the Bundusan Perodua while I’m away, and then surely in the meantime the insurance claim will be approved, they can start the repairs on my car and it can be ready when I get back?
Brilliant. They can take their time with the repairs, no inconvenience to me, no time without a car, perfect.
Monkey learns new tricks; yesterday, after failing to get hold of the insurance guy to do my claim at the Bundusang Perodua, I gave him a call and made an appointment to see him this morning.
I get there just before 8am and hand over all the documents to Mr. Man. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.
This morning at the crack of dawn I was heading to Papar.
It’s a pleasant drive as the air is still cool and there is very little traffic on the road.
I’m heading there to be at the traffic police station when they open to fetch a copy of my accident report and be back in KK in time for work.
Yesterday the very kind officer in charge of my case at the Papar Police Station gave me a call to get additional details about the accident.
His English was fluent, he spoke calmly and he actually made me feel as if this wasn’t going to be any hassle whatsoever to sort out.
Went to 2 of my colleagues’ wedding in Papar today, which was said to start at 9:30. I was ever so slightly late, I thought, and arrived at 10am, yet still in time to slip in before the brides.
But this post isn’t about the wedding.
Today Malaysians celebrate their independence day, albeit a bit blindly.
Sad but true. I run because I currently have nothing else to do. Sad story really…
Due to stuff, a sabbatical from the Sabah Ultimate scene has turned into something seemingly more permanent. Flabby Gut loves this, but Rugby to the rescue…
The last 2 weeks have been a blurry fuzz fuzzy blur. Plenty of substances have been abused, which is why Week 29 is not only the week of rhyme (on my Twitter), but it’s also the week of detox: no coffee and alcohol this week.
