So after 6 years I finally decided (mostly agreed) to change my car. Not so much changing, but more to upgrading. I'm getting a new Vios. The 3rd gen, 2017 version. One of the very annoying process I have to go to through is to sell the old Vios, the one I currently own. Let's call it Pandavios.
To be able to afford the new Vios, which we are gonna call Blacky by the way, I have to trade in Pandavios. In addition to that, I'd also like to keep the soul of the car, the plate number. To avoid more hardwork, we let the Toyota sales guy to find a buyer/reseller. So he did. And the guy he introduced to us? He will definitely go by the name Mr Obnoxious.
Mr Obnoxious would only buy Pandavios for RM35,000. Why? Because greedy bastards are cheapasses (excuse my language). But it's fine as long as it can cover the down payment of Blacky. What I'm venting in this blog is the attitude. The attitude of most people I meet and can't stand. The attitude of typical Malays. At some point I felt like a charity case, having to beg him to keep his promise to buy it for 37k initially. But Mr O went all big-boss like saying 35k or nothing. Jerk.
Today we met him again. To set up Pandavios for inspection at Puspakom. So we waited at his sorry excuse for an office made up of an abandoned trailer caravan thingy. He arrived, acting like a king suddenly revealing he too was a UPM graduate. An information I have no use for in my life. There he was, telling my parents and I about his education life story, his son's life story (which clearly noone cares about) trying to feel almighty having that many scrolls in the family. Dude, my dad has a degree AND a masters from the UK sponsored by the government. We still know a thing called humility. He also bragged how he used to be a manager here and there and decided he wanted to be his own boss so he went for business coz he's that kinda person. Do I care? Nope.
After discussing how to settle things (since he wanted to take away Pandavios immediately after he pays for it), we agreed to let him come with us back home to Tampin to pick up Pandavios for the inspection appointment. He got into dad's car, the Mazda 6. Which knocked him off his make-belief throne when he found out it was bought brand new. Not a second hand shit like those he sells. Along the way he went from King Wannabe III to Mr Humble. How did that happened? Well, he asked. He asked about dad. And when he found out about dad, almighty disappeared. Goodbye Mr Obnoxious, hello Mr Realistic. Welcome to standing on the ground with your own feet.
So why do people do that? Why do people talk so highly about themselves when clearly nobody asked? Why are people so desperate to up themselves so they could look down on others? Why do people want to know so much about me and my family when I never raise a question about theirs? And Mr O was not the first to do that. I have met soooo many people having the same behavior. I'm starting to think I'm the one who's different. I don't ask people about them, their families, the people they know and all that bullshit. I have only some space in my brain for other things instead of other people.
So yeah. That happened. It's cool to knock people off their pedestal with reality. We don't talk the walk, we walk the talk. That's how we roll.
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