The Invisible Car

Sometimes I wonder if I drive an invisible car. It's actually a rather large MPV and even though it's grey and could be mistaken for part of the road, I still wonder how come many other road users seem to not see me.

Countless times I have had other cars - big and small - driven by clueless people - men and women - that suddenly felt the need to change lanes right in front of me, making sure that they almost scrape my car but somehow, through the alignment of the stars and planets at that very moment, don't.

Then when I start muttering to myself, Abang will very helpfully chime, "He cut line!!"

Yes, dear Abang, you will soon learn that things that go on at kindergarten also happen in the adult world. You'd think that after years of schooling that we'd get to grips with queueing up, minding our Ps and Qs, being polite and all that other mumbo-jumbo parents try to teach their children but don't do it themselves, and evidently it's slipping from our grasp.

If I continue to mutter and grumble - obviously without any profanity, there are children around! - then Adik will ask, "Why, Mummy? Why?"

"Oh, nothing, Adik. Just some people out there who don't know how to drive. Don't worry, we'll all get used to it."

Sad but true!