I like standing at my office window and looked down at the street below. Usually it is full of traffic, vehicles and people. Due to the lack of parking spaces, most of the cars will double parked. And when the MPPJ guys came a calling, with their summon books in hand, I could watch them going from car to car slipped a summon under the windshield wiper. Sometimes I could see an office staff hurrying over to the traffic officer, saluted to him profusely, apologized and then drove his car away. This guy was lucky, his colleague must have spotted the MPPJ officer and alerted him.
Sometimes cars got blocked by those double parking behind them. If the owner of the car is sensitive and concern, he would leave his calling card on his dashboard. A call to him and he would hurried down from his office to remove his car. But some just couldn’t care less. The poor person who got blocked would press his car horn. If the car belongs to a student, you would never get him to remove his car. He was in his classroom attending his lectures. Once I watched the Minolta guys using their forklift to remove a car to allow their colleague fulfilled his business appointment.
Buses, trailers, lorries and vans are common visitors in our street as this is a commercial area. But when cars double parked, the road got so narrow only a vehicle could only pass through. Parking too close to the entrance gave trailers a difficult time entering and exiting the office buildings. But these drivers are a special breed. They managed to manipulate their trailers after some help from sympathizers and bystanders.
I like watching drivers parked their cars. Some are hopeless like me. In and out they would go until they got the right position they desired. It is horrifying to watch those inexperienced drivers. “Oh please, do not dent the car next to you,” my colleagues and I would cry out.
I do not stand by my window and waste my time away. When I need legs stretching or when work gets my mind so saturated I can’t go on or when the horning below attracts my attention and distracts my concentration.
Sometimes cars got blocked by those double parking behind them. If the owner of the car is sensitive and concern, he would leave his calling card on his dashboard. A call to him and he would hurried down from his office to remove his car. But some just couldn’t care less. The poor person who got blocked would press his car horn. If the car belongs to a student, you would never get him to remove his car. He was in his classroom attending his lectures. Once I watched the Minolta guys using their forklift to remove a car to allow their colleague fulfilled his business appointment.
Buses, trailers, lorries and vans are common visitors in our street as this is a commercial area. But when cars double parked, the road got so narrow only a vehicle could only pass through. Parking too close to the entrance gave trailers a difficult time entering and exiting the office buildings. But these drivers are a special breed. They managed to manipulate their trailers after some help from sympathizers and bystanders.
I like watching drivers parked their cars. Some are hopeless like me. In and out they would go until they got the right position they desired. It is horrifying to watch those inexperienced drivers. “Oh please, do not dent the car next to you,” my colleagues and I would cry out.
I do not stand by my window and waste my time away. When I need legs stretching or when work gets my mind so saturated I can’t go on or when the horning below attracts my attention and distracts my concentration.
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