So here’s the story, last weekend, I was out with mom to look for boxes. Our house is undergoing some renovation and therefore we have to pack up the some stuff to make way for the reno-works.
We went to collect some empty boxes from the local convenience store, who are always more than happy to get rid of their empty boxes. They showed me and mom to their stare and told us to knock ourselves out, take as many as we want. So we started to choose the flattened-out boxes to take home. I took a few in each hand and started towards the exit.
Now, the local convenience store isn’t exactly Tesco, if you know what I mean. It has small aisles and on a weekend, it makes navigation a lot harder with people grocery shopping. While I was struggling with the huge cardboard boxes, several times they slipped from my hand and fell to the floor, so I had to pick them up time and again while trying my best not to block traffic. Let me remind you once again that these are not your small pizza boxes i’m talking about. They’re quite difficult to carry in numbers more than one.
Even though there were so many people there, NOBODY offered help. What annoyed me most was one time, the boxes just slipped away from my dainty fingers and fell right next to the feet of this Malay man, who looked like he was in his early 40s. He was standing there, reading the back of a bottle of deodarant. Why he needs to know what’s in a bottle of deodarant is beneath me. When my boxes fell to the floor, he didn’t move and inch, and just stared at me. While I quickly tried to pick them up, he just continued staring as if wanting to say “I swear if those boxes fell on my Asadi flip flops I’ll…”. Whatever.
That’s not all. Obviously in that small aisle when the boxes are all over the floor, there’s no room for oncoming traffic to make their way through. A young Malay man about 20 plus was on his way through when my boxes fell. SO what did he do? Yes, you guessed it, he just stood there, waiting patiently for me to pick everything up before giving a huge sigh and moving on. Yeah man, thanks so much for waiting. It could have been a shorter wait if you’d at least give a hand.
I mean, it’s not like I’m wanting help to carry it all the way to the car. It just stunned me that not one of the men who were there even half-heartedly offered help when my stuff fell to the floor. They didn’t even help my mom, and she’s not that young a person to have the strength to carry stuff like superwoman.
So that’s Malay men for you. It’s quite difficult to find Malay men who are genuine gentlemen. Sad and pathetic but true.
Other common scenarios :-
If you’re about to enter a shop, and a guy in entering before you, get ready with your hand held in front of you. Forget acout them letting you in first, don’t even expect them to hold the door open for you to get in. They’ll just let go and have the door slam in your face if you’re not careful.
Exit a lift, and you can forget about them letting the ladies out before them, the term ladies first only applies if it’s something that might cause harm.
On the road, most of the time they don’t give face much to the lady drivers. We often get bullied. But my fiance on the other hand always let’s the lady drivers have their way, he says he doesn’t want his car dented or scratched (meaning women make terrible drivers).
I’m not saying all Malay men like that, but to find one who is a gentleman is like finding an absolute gem.
So, given the scenario, perhaps all the egoistic Malay men out there shouldn’t scoff so much when you see a Malay girl with a Mat Salleh or a Chindian or any other race, for that matter. Perhaps they know when to put male kaboodles aside and be polite.