I just can't help noticing how uncourteous Malaysians are. I am probably not the only one blogging about it, nor the only one to complain repeatedly. I try to tell myself that this is the difference that I would have to deal with on a daily basis should I decide to come back to Malaysia to work. Not that I am being a bitch about everything that is going on around me, but hey, Malaysians really have no friggin' manners. What ticked me off so bad in the last couple of days? Here goes:
Last Saturday noon at Esso gas station near Sunway - I was waiting for a car on the pump to move away from the gas pump since the station is decently full and there were no other pumps available. I left some space for the car before me so that he could reverse and get out. Out of the blue, this car just slotted in front of me. Being so patient and since it was a Saturday, I was ready to have a relaxing day and a good start to a weekend, I tried to chill out. NO. Can't do it. This guy need to know that I was there before him. Gave a loud honk, and indicated that to my blinking signal. That guy hesitated for a moment, but eventually zoomed off. You know when people zoom of and give their engine a loud rev (Vrrrroooomm), you know that they are pissed. I don't give a rat ass if he was pissed, coz I bet with you I was pretty angry at that time.
Second scenario that totally threw me off took place at the KL Central Train Station. I was switching trains from KTM over to Putra LRT, and was standing in line waiting to for the train to come. I was supposed to be the second in line to board, and there was quite a long line building behind me. If you ever been to Malaysia and boarded trains before, you would know that Malaysians are generally quite "kiasu" when it comes to rushing towards the entrance before even letting the passengers to disembark when the door opens. As the train approaches, this lady came out of no where and scooted right in front of me. It was a lil' past 715am, and I wasn't in my best of mood. Someone would have let it go, since I would board the train eventually anyway. NO, not me. I tapped on her shoulder gently, and just signaled her with by fingers to the back of the line. She scowled at me and made a grunt, but eventually moved to the back anyway. This action of mine brought some stares, and I saw some people whispering (*tsk* tsk*). What the heck? I don't care, it was her who was wrong, not me.
When will Malaysians ever learn?