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Thursday, March 6, 2008
A Lawful Encounter.
Brush with the law
- idiomatic term
Definition : A brief encounter or experience with the police because of a crime
Explanation : Usually used when talking about minor legal offences
WOWIE!! Story of the day today, here's how it all began:
After my dad went out to send my sister to her tuition, he was planning to head to Rembau for some political campaign. (Need I mention that he would pay us 20 bucks if we were to come with him?!) Hehe, well I full heartedly decline his request because at this time of the year, I'll want to have nothing to do with the political situation right now. Reasons? I've got my own and you don't need to know. (Mane tau ada some government official reading this very post!)
Anyhoo!! After he and my sis went out, I was bored out of my mind hence I had the idea of taking the manual satria out for a drive, a car my uncle lended to me some weeks ago. As I was taking the car out, I invited the maid to go for a spin, and she pleasantly agreed.
THEN!
After just mere 5 minutes of driving away from the house, a police car came in from behind. Fuck fuck fuck!, my mind went. There were two cops and one of them asked me to pull over. I did and he sternly asked for my IC and Driver's Liscence. At the time, I didn't have it with me, so I humbly asked the two so that I can drive the car back to the house to get those 2 documents. Which we did. And then another problem surfaced, my MAID was in the car with me! And the thing is, foreign workers have to have documents to prove that they're not illegal immigrants. Fuck fuck fuck, my mind went again. How the hell am I gonna turn up her documents? I know, I'll snap my fingers and my genie will poof 'em up for me (yea right, highly unlikely)
After producing my IC and Driver's Liscence to the cops, they gave me a warning NOT to do this again. Oh my God, Alhamdulillah because they claimed that they could have added 20 demerit points to my Liscence (mind you I had my LEARNER'S DRIVING LISCENCE) and that's an automated action of failing my liscence AND they could have taken my maid away and bring her to the police station until my MOM can pick her up. All those things COULD have happened! But instead they chose to warn me than to saman me, hence they left. I think God's just poking me and I guess he trying to teach me a lesson. And I'm glad I did! All with a single brush with the law.
Scribbled at 5:42 PM
