First Parking Summon of 2012

You know actually scratch that. This is my first parking summon EVER.

And so the story begins when I was woken up at the ungodly hour of 6:30am in the morning to fetch my mum to school. I only got 4 hours of sleep the night before and really, 4 hours of sleep is definitely not enough for someone to be driving in the middle of rush hour traffic.

After dropping my mum off, I had a dentist appointment. You see, one of my tooth (or rather, two of my teeth), have been giving me great pains lately.

The first one I had it checked about a few months ago. The diagnosis was some scary ass stuff. It appears that my wisdom tooth has grown so cacat-ly that its legs had actually connected to my jawbone. As in all the cases of painful wisdom teeth, it had to be extracted. And that's not the scary part. Because it was connected so to my jawbone, simply extracting it would mean that a piece of my jawbone would be pulled out as well. Therefore, it had to be surgically removed. Here, a crudely drawn x-ray for you to further understand the horror that is my wisdom tooth.

I remember feeling realllllly scared when the dentist told me this. Dentists scare me. I looked at a chart on the wall. It said:

Tooth operation - RM150.

I was shocked and asked the dentist,
Huh? Rm150 just to remove one tooth?


The dentist looked back at me and said,
Nope, yours is RM300. 


I was like, what?! I continued to look down the chart, and at the bottom of it, I saw the words:

Major operation - RM300

The words 'major operation' and 'RM300' scared me equally as much.

Terrified, I asked the dentist,
Wh-why is my procedure considered a major operation? 

The dentist replied,
Well that's because your tooth is to big to just be surgically removed like that. First, I have to cut it into four halves.  Then I have to pull each of those halves out separately. Making sure your jawbone remains intact, of course. And don't think that's the end of it. What about the hole where your tooth was? That of course, would have to be stitched up, or else blood would just be pouring out. Wouldn't want that now, would we? 


I think I might have fainted a little. Thank God I was lying on a chair. Ok so anyway, determined to NOT go through that terrifying operation, I ignored the pain until it gradually went away. Sadly enough, this past week, my teeth started hurting again, this time on a different side.

And so we continue our story. After dropping off my mum, and with a heavy heart, I drove my pitiful self and my irksome teeth to the dentist. One thing about the dentist's office, it is extremely un-strategically located. Parking is nearly impossible to find. After 30 minutes, yes, THIRTY freaking minutes, I gave up and parked illegally behind some other fellow illegal parkers. And anyway, I was really sleepy.

So I went up, I sat on the dentist's chair, I stared up into the blinding light, I opened my mouth, the dentists poked every poke-able place possible, and the diagnosis? Another wisdom tooth. Great. My humble subjects, from now on you may only address me as April the Wise.

The whole thing took just 10 minutes, yet by the time I got back to my car, there it was. A parking summon, under my wipers. Fluttering proudly in the wind. Really annoyed, I looked at it. And I was apparently charged under,

Kod 4: meletakkan kereta di tempat selain daripada tempat yang ditentukan.

Loosely translated it meant,

Code 4: Parking your flowering car in a flowering place other than the flowering pre-assigned lot.

Oh oh, and the best part, I was charged RM50 for it. GAH. With a heavy heart, I drove my pitiful self, my irksome teeth, and my motherflowering parking summon to the Majlis Perbandaran building to pay for it. Thinking it was too much, I decided to try my luck in begging the officer to reduce the compound for me. Oh and what a funny officer he was.

'Uncle, kurang sikit lah.'


'Siapa suruh kamu letak kereta di situ?'


'Bukan lah, saya ingat itu parking lot, sebab banyak orang park di situ juga.'


'Oh, jadi jika ada banyak orang park di sungai, kamu park di sungai juga lah?'


'Tak lah, saya mau parking sahaja, bukan mau mati lemas.'


'Haha budak ini, baiklah. Kurang ke RM30 untuk kamu.'


'RM30 sahaja? Kurang lebih sikit lah! Saya sangat sangat miskin.'


'Hoiyoh kamu budak ini! Sudah discount RM20 tak cukup lagi?!'


'Kesian sayalah, masa itu saya mau pergi cari dentist, sebab gigi saya sangat sakit, tak ada tenaga pergi cari parking yang lain.'


'Oh yakah, apa masalah dengan gigi kamu?'


'Oh, saya tumbuh itu wisdom tooth.'


'Wisdom tooth? Apa tu?'


'Err..err..gigi yang berilmu? Saya pun tak tau Bahasa Melayu panggil apa.'


'Cheh! Tipu saya! Orang yang berilmu tak akan park di situ!'


'Haha, sebab gigi saya itu tumbuh separuh sahaja, jadi saya masih belum berilmu lagi.'


'Hoiyoh budak ini! Baiklah RM25! Jangan nak minta kurang lagi! Cepat cepat pergi sebelum saya kena pecat!'


'Uncle ah...' I wanted to see how far back I could push the figure.


'NAK MINTA KURANG LAGI?!?!'


'Bukan lah, bukan lah, nak cakap thank you sahaja. Hahahaha.'


'Hoiyoh budak ini!!! Jangan park kat situ lagi! Saya letih cakap dengan kamu!'

That officer was so funny! He kept calling me budak ini. I was trying to control my laughter throughout the whole conversation. His facial expressions were indescribable. Especially his exasperated face. Couldn't blame him though, I was there nearly 10 minutes just begging him to reduce the amount. But also he looked like he wanted to laugh too. So really, humour saves lives..and money.

And finally, photo evidence of this fateful day. Today, I am RM25 poorer.