A lousy bastard hit my dad's car

Got a call from my father this morning.

He asked whether I know of any friendly workshop in Klang.

Someone hit his parked car last night causing quite a bit of damage.

The damage on my father's car

That's going to cost him quite a bit, I think.

The problem with the damage was that it's not bad enough to claim from insurance while the person who hit my father's car didn't leave his number or even an apology note.

My father stayed at a relative's place last night and parked the car at a nearby open space.

It's in front of a Chinese temple at a small housing estate along Jalan Sungai Putus, Klang.

He suspected the culprit to be one of the people who attended a celebration at a recently constructed makeshift Hindu temple about 500 metres from the open space. The place was packed with their cars last night.

My father was quite resigned about it.

"I think it's just Allah's punishment for my smaller past sins," he said with a laugh.

My father always said that when something not so nice happened to him and he can't do anything about it. By the way, he is not a very religious person.

I would have cursed the bastard who hit my car like that.

Anyway, I called up a cousin in Klang to help my father with his car.

Sorry la. No politics. I'm just feeling sorry for my father today.

Here's a Monday song for you instead;