I hate enclosed places. Once, I vomitted all the way from Paris to Milan because the train cabin was so small and due to communication problems, we bought two beds to fit in two adults and two children for a night train ride. I won’t go into those ahkua fake helicopter ride in the KLCC Petronsains. I dare not go into those small, dark elevators. I get dizzy if I have to walk the corridors of poor, cheap flats where are are no sunlight and only one long dark corridor. Forget about caving like Gua Tempurung.
Now that you know, I tell you how this thought of ‘Good thing I am not born a dick’ came about this afternoon. In Gurney Plaza, I normally park at the basement which is just a level or two down. But since we are watching a movie, I have to park at the rooftop because it is only per entry charge of RM1. Otherwise, my accountant husband is going to nag me to death for parking at the basement which is RM1.50 per half hour, I think? Bah, who cares what parking charges are.
In order to go up to the rooftop which is seven floors high, I need to go in circle along this dark, narrow driveway. My car is huge. The drive up is dark. So, round and round and round and round and round and round and ahhhhh rooftop finally. While driving up, I realised how miserable dicks are.
You see, they have to go into tight, enclosed, dark places all the time. No wonder, they always ended up puking.
And to those blur ones, no dick is not a guy’s name. So is Ron.