Doh!!

Today, I woke up early to go to Pudu (KL bus station) to get a bas ride back to SG. After fighting away countless tiket touts I managed to crawl my way to the regular counter (but makeshift one at the moment becoz Pudu now under renovation) and got a tiket from the lady for the earliest one she has.

I fought thru the same sea of touts again and went downstairs to the excellently well-ventilated bas berths. Found my bas (sometimes these pudu bas driver like to play hide and seek (the bas) with customers one.. not always confirm at the berth they suppose to be!) and got up. Got myself all comfy and ready for the race ride back. Took out The Star to read about the search for the missing boys on Fraser Hill and then suddenly!!!!!

Just like that time Isaac Newton discovered gravity when he saw an apple drop from the sky tree. It suddenly dawn on me that I need my fucking red book (not the cheena communist book, ok!) to get home!! (I left it in my gf's drawer!) I cant just turn up at the custom and surrender myself. In almost the same amount of time that it took me to realise that, I gathered all my things and quickly exited the bas.



After contemplating on my next move since I can't go home now, I decided to try to get the lady at the tiket counter to change my tiket to a later one. When I told her I left my passport at home, she graciously gave me a full refund!!

Thanks makcik!!!

This is what I call good customer service! I will definitely go back to her when I need more tikets!
Who says Msia don't have good service! Malaysia Boleh!!