This evening, my hubby and I went on a simple grocery run to our neighborhood supermarket to restock our essentials — mainly yogurt and eggs. It was supposed to be just another routine outing, but something unexpected happened on the way there.
As we were driving along the
narrow road leading to the supermarket, a bright yellow Ferrari was
double-parked at the side. Just as we were passing by, the right-side door of
the Ferrari suddenly swung open — and grazed the left side of my hubby’s car. The
timing was so sudden, neither side had a chance to react.
Hubby quickly pulled over to
check for any damage. He then walked over to the two men standing near the
Ferrari to talk to them. At that moment, I felt a wave of worry wash over me.
One of the men was wearing a body-hugging singlet with the word Muay Thai
emblazoned across his chest — and to be honest, he gave off serious “tai kor”
(gangster big brother) vibes. I couldn’t help but feel tense, fearing the
situation might escalate, even though the accident clearly wasn’t our fault.
But to my relief, everything was civil. The man in the Muay Thai singlet gave hubby his handphone number, and there was no confrontation whatsoever. Upon inspection, the damage was minimal — just a faint scratch on the plastic cap above the tire. No dents, no drama. Still, it left us shaken for a bit.
Strangely, this is the second minor accident involving hubby’s new car — and it’s only three months old! About two months ago, the boom gate barrier at our condo malfunctioned and came down unexpectedly, hitting the top of his car and leaving a shallow dent near the bonnet.
Even stranger? We seem to have a history with mishaps involving luxury cars. A few years back, on Sherilyn’s birthday of all days, she opened my car door without checking her surroundings. Bad luck struck — a BMW’s side mirror was cleanly yanked off when it passed by. The damage? A hefty RM500 to replace just the mirror! That incident left a lasting dent on hubby’s wallet and a permanent cautionary tale for all of us.
If there’s one lesson here, it’s that bad luck doesn’t care whether you drive a Ferrari, BMW, or a humble family car. But we’re just hoping our streak of unfortunate encounters ends here. Enough dents, dings, and scrapes for a long, long time, please!
Here's to smoother drives
ahead and zero run-ins with flashy vehicles. Fingers crossed 🤞🏻.