The Day I Turned 'P'

I got my driving license today. It marks the first official day I can drive LEGALLY without 'parental guidance'...or so the Law says. I am a adult now. WHOOT!

MEN ARE SMELLY.
That idea kinda gets INTO you, literally, if you'd stand in a room full of unkempt middle-aged/old males (throw in a half, no make it barely, functioning air-cond), all lining up to pay road tax, renew license, make license, etc..

As I entered the testosterone-filled JPJ room, the first person I noticed was a VERY VERY sleepy looking guard at the Information Counter. I asked him for a number, and he told me with an equally sleepy voice, "Hari ini mesin rosak. Kena beratur."
After thanking him, I looked at the signs above the counter. 6 counters with the same sign. I turned and asked the guard, "Nak buat lesen kaunter mana?"
He replied, "Kaunter 2 dan 3."
Luckily I didn't go to the less busy counters and find myself in the wrong queue.

I was standing in line, sandwiched between a young-probably-in-his-twenties guy with red dyed hair who was about the same height as me (frankly, he looked like an 'Ah Long' apprentice), AND an old man with a sort of blue patterned silk shirt who was so impatient to get his stuff done that he kept moving forward. I had to keep my right hand behind me to prevent him from getting any closer. He tripped over my reversely extended slipper more than twice, but still....ahh, that's another long story:)

Back to the twenty-something year old guy standing in front of me. By the time the queue actually MOVED, my nose was giving me problems I can't even begin to explain. The smell was like cheap perfume - EXTREMELY 'mencucuk hidung', literally translated: EXTREMELY nose-poking. I kept my head to the left (where there was actually some air), while sniffing snaffing and snuffing.

*****

Soon, I finally managed to reach the counter. Photo snipped, details printed, everything laminated, TADAA! My brand new license came into being at top speed. I grinned my 'thank you' at the clerk and zipped off to my father, who was sitting on the waiting chair, reading peacefully.

We made our way out of the room.

p.s. I am still nursing my rebellious nose.