Brush with the Law

Driving in KL at around 5:30pm is kind of a suicidal mission, especially if you’re in the regions of Jalan Tun Razak. Moving the car would be a luxury that is hard to come by. So as I was stuck with Ken (a new colleague), he introduced to me a new way to cut through some traffic. Basically we had to go through this training medical centre.

As we came back on to Jalan Tun Razak, we were stuck in the smaller road, as the cops had blocked off the route to the main road. So, we were basically back to step one. As I was inching my through the traffic, I noticed a traffic policeman standing in between the small and main road. His motorbike was parked on the small road and was disrupting traffic a little because it was jotting out and cars had to swerve a bit to the left to avoid it.

“Simple enough,” I thought to myself.

When I came approaching the motorbike, I had to slowly swerve left to avoid it. To my dismay, I did not swerve enough and my side mirror brushed the side mirror of the bike and it dropped.

“Oh shit!” I shouted out and then I heard a ‘CRACK’! “Oh shit! I ran over it!”

I immediately stopped the car and wind down the window. “How now brother? Must pay back lah,” the cop said to me.

“Of course, must pay back. How much ah bro?” I agreed with him

“Depends on how much you want to give loh,” But I really had no idea how much a set of side mirror for a motorbike would cost.

So in the end, I ended up giving him RM20 and he was really happy with it. He kept saying that he liked my attitude. I gave him a pat on the back and went on my way. Ken gave me shit all the way back to the office.