MYR 4 fine for not being able to identify the gender!

Last weekend my dearrie was down here. She wanted to attend to her friends Mini-Konvo (dunno why they call it Mini-Konvo, although I don't see any rationale behind that! Probably just to remind the graduates 'Now, you guys are not really good to be considered for the MAJOR KONVO, hence we created this MINI KONVO so you can hang around your own type!'. GOK) in UTM Skudai.

So we left my Singapore house at 9.00 am and walked towards the MRT. In the process, I HAD to carry the most ugliest sling bag ever hung on my shoulder (which obviously is NOT mine). Enough of that emabarassment, my dearrie had to wrap her jacket around it. Well, I hated the bag initially but once the jacket was in place I practically cursed the creator of both the bag and the jacket! You A******!

Since I tried my level best not to glance at whatever I was carrying...something did happened.
10 minutes later. We were in the MRT, when my dearrie with her sweet and innocence looking impression on her face asked

'Where is my jacket?'
OMG! I had actually dropped it while we were walking towards MRT! Uh ooh!. I'm dead. But my quick thinking male-brain worked and triggered my voice box to generate a sound from my mouth which sounded like this...

'I'm sorry dear. I might have dropped it. Don't worry I will buy you a better bag and a jacket next week ok!'

To which, a sinister smile formed on her face. Something that had the statement 'YEA RITE!' underlying.

Then, we reached JB. Had a quick breakfast. A roti pisang and a thickest Milo on earth!

The we stopped a cab. I opened the door and asked 'Boleh pergi UTM skudai, bang?' ('Brother, can we go to UTM Skudai please?') To which the driver just nodded and we hopped in happily. Seeing the fare meter was on made us feel even better. As in JB you can be charged RM 10 for a 100 meter trip!

While on the cab, dearrie kept saying things to me in Tamil....and I went 'yea yea. You are right. You are always rite. Even if the whole world is filled with left handed people, you are always right. Even Phil Mickelson is right to you.'

Once we were in the UTM compound, I requested the driver to stop us near the Konvo hall.
'Bang, berhenti dekat Masjid tu yer.' (Brother, please alight us near the Mosque)

That's when the reply from the BROTHER came.

'Dekat bus stand ni boleh tak. I tak nak masuklah dalam-dalamlah' It was polite, in perfect tone, sweet and in a females' VOICE!

Ooh my gosh! He WAS a female! He IS a female. In fact, HE was never a HE! It's a SHE!

I quickly said 'Oh ok. Terima kasih. Berapa?'
SHE said 'RM 20'. The fare meter showed only RM 16! I just asked my dearrie to pay RM 20 and got out of the cab to breathe the fresh air again! My dearrie, being a dearrie she is always, grumbled and paid the fare and got out as well.

'Why we paid extra RM 4!'
'May be because I couldn't identify her as a HER, instead was addressing as a HE?'
'That is what I was trying to tell you in the cab you dumbo!'
'When?'
'The whole conversation in the cab was about her gender! Where were you?'
'Sorry, was busy.'
'With WHAT?!'
'Hey, you are late. Your friend will be waiting, lets go there now' And I managed to emulate Shawshank Redemption kinda escape!

Phew. Don't Know Gender? Pay RM 4!