Holy Cow

I live along Jalan Lapangan Terbang Subang. I love the area, except that about once every week, my drive to and from home will be greeted with a most fowl scent and scene - cow droppings.

Huge patches of them lining the streets. And after a while, the patches are rolled out along the entire street after unassuming cars run over them. And they are just left there until mother nature (rain) takes care of it. If it does not rains, that’s it, they are left stinking to the high heavens.

I have no idea where the cows come from, but surely, this ain’t no playground for cows. No, no, I have nothing against the cows. Sure, they need their space, their walks and their grazing patches.

But not along a 4-lane highway. They are a public hazard – they and their dungs. Last month, one of the cows wandered into the highway and was knocked over by a car. The poor cow died of course, but the car was in no less damage running into such a huge animal.

By the way, I live on the Petaling Jaya side of the Jalan Lapangan Terbang Subang – the half that just recently became a city. A glorious city with increased assessment fees and monthly cow droppings.