So the Uber driver got kinda lost, and when he eventually picked us (me and Rubin) up, he noted that we're heading near IMH, and the mood was set before so he started to joke about whether we were booking in. He said he's from there as well and I retorted that it's a great coincidence - we can book in together! Then things took a turn and went south out of nowhere. He started talking about his failed business and the business partner that swindled all his money, and how he turned from being chauffeured around to the present state of driving a private hire. Then he talked about his wife leaving him and just as he was babbling on, we stopped at a red light. All the cars in the perpendicular direction moved as they should and would, and then it cleared. The light was still red but there weren't any cars or pedestrians crossing anymore. The green man was flashing, with 15 seconds left, 14. And then he lifted the brakes and applied pressure on the accelerator. "Uncle! It's still red light!" It was slow, so we were stuck in the middle of the box, 13. I recalled that there was a red light camera at this familiar junction I run past every other day; another inch and we would be snapped. And so he did. Silence. Everything slowed down. 12. I looked around and all I see were eyes behind windows staring at us with disbelieve. Even slight disgust, really. I tried saying something, I don't remember. He finally started to realise what he just did. Was he tired? Was he just unfamiliar with the car? Even he himself can't seem to find a good answer. All he managed was a few slaps on the steering wheel, and lamenting his own foolishness. Apparently, he doesn't have anymore points for the demerit penalty. Regardless, we got off. Rubin was relieved. I was kinda troubled though, as I watched his car slowly strolled forward aimlessly when we walked further.
I hope you'll somehow pull this through, Chong, somehow...
