A hilly shortcut route.
I would not say that I am a fan of the hilly road saves for the fact that it would save me time.
I would not have to stop at the numerous traffic lights that just can't seem to stop mushrooming.
This afternoon the road was a bit crowded much to my liking.
I saw from my rear mirror that a car was trailing behind, another much to my liking.
In front there are a few cars manoeuvering ever so slowly so as not to graze at each other's body. I do not need this.
Not at all.
I drove slowly to let the car from the opposite lane to pass through when I noticed that one car was flashing its headlights.
I drove ever slowly as the Ipsum's sensor was beeping furiously.
Only then I noticed the car's number.
He stopped his car.
I stopped my car.
I rolled down my window as he rolled down his.
It was Sean.
Sean held out his hand.
I automatically held out mine.
We shook hands.
Sean : Happy Mother's Day...
Self : (I was a tad surprise with that greeting)...thank you...
Self : Sean, I haven't...
Sean : (looking in front of him)...you still have my number...
Self : Yes (looking behind me)...
We nodded at each other and drove away.
I met Sean in early January.
I did not know him from Adam.
He did not know me from Eve.
It was a chance encounter.
Sean's muscular Toyota had accidently gave a soft nudge on Ms Ip's bumper.
Ms Ip suffered a slight injury.
...broken paint and small gap at the boot...lucky the brake light is spared from damage...
...Ms Ip lost one of her 5 sensors...
There were no screaming matches.
There were no kicking at the tyres.
We behaved like a lady and a gentleman.
We did not request for each other's IC.
We did not request for each other's driving licence.
He consulated somebody over the phone.
I consulted hubby over the phone.
We exchanged our cell's no.
I punched his car number into my cell.
We agreed to contact each other.
We parted amicably.
However, weekend turned into another weekend.
Month turned into another month.
I have yet to send Ms Ip to the workshop.
Ms Ip's bumper needs to be dismantled and respray.
Since I do not have a spare ride, the thought of driving Ms Ip without her bumper is something I do not look forward to.
So I procrastine, still do.
I did not hear from Sean after that.
We are incommunicado.
Our chance meeting today gave me the much needed relief.
Relief that our arrangement still stand.
Relief that this young man did not abscond from his responsibility.
If you are reading this...
Tell her, Happy Belated Mother's Day...
Tell her, she has raised a responsible and fine young man...