It is school holidays! Errmm…should I be jumping and shouting, ‘Hip Hip Hooray’? or….
5xdad who is on annual leave from today for several days
scratched injured his little toe this morning and needed five stitches at the hospital. Sap-sap sui, small matter only lar.
It is the left foot so still can drive. But I am so kind to offer to drop him at Hospital Lam Wah Ee to see the
tailor doctor so that I can bring the kids to Tesco. Trip from my home to the hospital is only five minutes. But it felt like five hours.
Here are remarks,
“Air cond vent, push it away, too strong”
“Radio, turn down volume”
“Why don’t you cut out to the right? All these parents, you know lah, they will take forever” (school crowds)
“Bump in front, go slow”
“Big hole, avoid”
“Don’t make sharp turn, this little guy (toddler) may fall off”
“Traffic jam on left lane, cut out to right”
“Don’t follow that car, so damn slow”
“Oi, where are you going?”
5xmom replied, “Drop you at the Accident and Emergency Department, right?”
“Aiyah, I (5xdad) need to go to reception first to register, you also don’t know meh?” (A&E and lobby separate place)
5xmom damn tulan being the driver with a back seat driver.
5xmom : Want me to drive to A&E, honk and scream for a stretcher or not?
Usually at the hospital, an attendant will open your car door and attend to you at the main lobby.
5xmom : (in tone, the attendant can’t hear) Mister, I got an capek and tempang (limping uncle) apek here, quickly, bring wheelchair and attend to him. NOW,NOW,NOW!!! Quick, quick, or else he is going to bleed to death. Hahahahaha! (Already dressed wound at home.)
Men *sigh* are such babies. Goodness sake, it is only a small tear under the middle toe on the left foot.
Women are made of steel. Even with the huge gaping hole and multi-layers caesarean operation stitches, we are up and running. Or the icky, multi-layer stitches of an episiotomy, a woman can go to the paddy field to plant paddy.
Anyway, I bought a live eel (ikan haruan) and am making eel porridge. So, I can rant a bit ‘cos I had done my part.
Back seat drivers – don’t you just hate them? Especially when I am driving.