A few days ago, I found myself stuck in one of the Federal Highway’s infamous buka puasa traffic jams. Seeing as Driving is a No Phone Zone (thanks, Sue May), I figured, what better way to kill time than to shoot evil glares at drivers who turn our usual three-lane highway into a four-lane battlefield. This, after all, is what emergency lanes were designed for. I’m sure.
Only joking – evil glares were less productive than conducting a demographics count on said drivers. Haven’t you ever wondered exactly what type of person decides that a few minutes saved on the road, is worth the risk of scraping someone’s car or driving up the road shoulder?
Well, if you (like me) do, then here it is:
Gender? Male and female;
Race? Chinese, Malay, Indian, Indeterminable through my car window;
Age? Anything in between me and my grandmother’s age;
Type of car? Spotted: Mazda RX-8; Perodua Kancil; spanking new BMW 5-series; Proton Wira spouting exhaust fumes black enough to kill your pet hamster; Honda Odyssey; Perodua Myvi (my car’s evil twin, I am sure).
And so, with nothing else in common, I can only conclude: what type of person is an inconsiderate driver?
Malaysian 
Macam-macaaam ada.
(And now I will never live it down if I ever succumb to the seductions of the emergency lane.)
