Muka kena Ketok
I was fuming with rage when I found out that my colleague only paid RM2.50 for the same taxi ride she took. I paid double the amount because the driver refused to turn on his meter and insisted that he wont be charging much for the short distance and it's typical for taxidrivers not to use the meter when picking up passengers from a hotelfront.More than anything else, I'm actually infuriated with myself. Why wasn't I adamant about exercising my consumer rights? Why didn't I put my foot down and tell him "Look buddy, if u dont wanna use the @#$%&~! meter I'm getting off"? Why in the first place, hadn't I checked that he'll be using the meter before I boarded? And I didn't even haggle with that sleazy pig for a lower fare for God's sake. What's wrong with me? What's happening to me? I'm becoming a doormat that any unscrupulous scumbag can step on over and over again, am I not? Oh No!
My colleague is very familiar with my oversized catalogue of unfortunate rip-offs. She told me today that she reckons I have this invisible yet legible 'kena ketok potential candidate' tattooed on my forehead. Is that so? Perhaps I should just walk to places and eat off the floor. Then I'd surely be protected from those loathsome creatures.
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