The Man Who Stopped the Bus

For every man we women curse and swear about, for every time they display their aloof and careless antics, there is always one of those exceptions.

And Chong is one.

There was one time that Carol was going to catch a bus to KL. The bus was scheduled to depart at 9:30. At about 9:00, she called for a cab. Cabs in Singapore take about 5 minutes to respond to a call and reach your doorstep, so that still leave a good 25 minutes, quite good.

Chong called and was horrified to find that she had just called the cab. She was cutting it really tight. There was no room for the usual things Singaporeans worry about, traffic jam (which by their definition, is a queue of more than 10 cars at the red lights), accident (which rarely happens in Singapore), and other catastrophes.

Carol assured Chong it will be fine, but frankly, if she were to be so lucky to be caught in any one of those hold-ups, there wouldn’t be much she could do at this hour. Well, I can’t do much now, and nothing you can do too. What could you do? Stop the bus for me?” she joked and laughed off the worry-wart.

She bade her goodbyes and went downstairs to wait for her cab. Well, as she had guessed, it was all just worrying over nothing, she got there on time. The cab stopped right next to the bus, so she could conveniently just board it. She settled comfortably into a seat, and decided to call Chong to let him know that she’s fine.

He answered and asked, “Where are you?” She said she was on the bus.

“I am here”

“What do you mean you are here?”’ Carol retorted.

“I am here at the bus station. You told me to stop the bus in case you’re late mah”

Henceforth, Chong was known as 'The Man Who Stopped The Bus'.

Carol was upset and touched at the same time; upset at his stupidity, touched by his display of care and affection.

We, the bitching girlfriends, were all green with envy.