"I'm a midnight blogger." I told my sis.
So here I am here, a little past midnight, to recount to you a story about keys.
With Chinese New Year round the corner (BIG corner, I say), it's not surprising to find the entire Ipoh population flooding the main streets and supermarkets to stock up stuffs for the new year. It's one of the rare occasions where people buy things without bothering about price, and so practically the whole world was in Tesco and I could not get any parking lot, any at all, despite wasting much petrol patrolling the entire carpark for more than one round.
In the end, I parked it outside Tesco premises, right under a tree. Sounds good? Wait for second installment.
Then started our family's shopping frenzy. Not much to eleborate here - I'm sure you've had enough of my shopping stories, all about cheap stuffs and more cheap stuffs.
After a good two hours having fun with chinese arrowhead mushrooms ('Ngaku' they call it) we made our way back to the car, which was then basking under the sun instead of hiding in the shade. Apparently the tree's shadow shifted. This is the climax. Miss Stupidity stupidly inserted the key to unlock the boot, just to find it stuck. Stuck, means stuck. Neither here nor there.
I could not remove the key, nor could I open the boot. The key was inside the lock, STUCK. Imagine my
terror when I hadn't even unlocked the car doors, and the house keys were INSIDE the car, well locked.
In the end, dad and I walked a good few streets and got a locksmith to the rescue. But by the end of everything, the clock was happily blinking '7:30pm'. I could see it sneering at me, laughing at my stupidity with every second it ticked. Screw the clock, and all of us were dead hungry when we got home.
So because of ONE damn little key having fun with it's lock, we paid RM50 and a good one and a half hr.
KEYS. Damn keys.
