Catalogue of Catastrophes

It doesn't rain, but pour.

Background

Damian is leaving us forever, so we decided to bring a last D&D game to him in Kuala Lumpur.

Mo could only make it only if we left after 2:30pm on Friday, and I had to be back in Singapore by Saturday night, as I fly to Hanoi on Sunday morning.

SO!

The plan was simple:

1. Pay all my credit card bills (it is afterall, the end of the month)
2. Go to a money changer and get RM600 changed. (for the hotel, toll and other stuff)
3. Pick up Mo at 2:30pm on Friday.
4. Get my gas tank topped up before crossing over to Malaysia.
5. Drive to Kuala Lumpur.
6. Pick up Damian at 8pm.
7. Get to the hotel (Eastin)
8. D&D from 9pm to 4am.
9. Sleep till checkout.
10. Get some lunch.
11. Waste some time.
12. Leave Kuala Lumpur at 6pm.
13. Arrive back in Singapore by 10pm.

My catalogue of catastrophes started on Thursday.

I put all my credit card bills in an envelope so I could deal with them at an AXS machine in White Sands.

That done, it was time for Step 2. The money changing.

Now, this was where I was totally stupid. I put the whole stack of RM600 into the same envelope as the credit card bills.

Then I promptly lost the envelope.

A few minutes later, while whining to Rebecca, she asked, "Erm, aren't you going to cancel your credit cards now that someone has all your bills with your details?"

DOH!

NO, DAMN IT, NO.

NOT MY CREdIT CARDS.

With tears in my eyes and choking sobs, I called the banks to cancel my credit cards. (*sob* 5 of them).

I need my cards. I was going to KL the next bloody day. And then to Hanoi!

Citibank was fantastic. They promised that I would get my replacements by Saturday. (Which I recieved!)

DBS on the other hand, bleagh. Yes, of course I will get replacements, but no, it will be next week before they can send them to me. Bleagh.

THe next morning, I changed more ringgit at the money changer, and since I had NO MORE CREDIT CARDS, I had to change a lot of ringgit than I originally thought.

I picked Mo up at 4pm. And headed towards a gas station to top up my tank before crossing the causeway. (Point 4 on the To-do list.)

The gas station on Bukit Timah road would be our last stop for many hours, so this would be a great time to hit the rest room.

Don't mock Murphy.
For the love of Eris, don't.

Murphy's Law was in effect, of course.

Due to a faulty door lock, I was locked in a gas station rest room for half an hour before I McGyvered myself out of the damn cubicle with my car keys, gas card and my nails.

What else can happen?

Murphy would not let me off, that day.

While circling Newton Circus after pulling out of the gas station, a car PLOWED into the side of my car.

PLOWED.

MY CAR. *choke* MY CAR!

RIGHT AT THE DRIVER'S SIDE! MY SIDE!

*choke*

MY CAR!

I could not take it anymore.

Mo took some pictures.

I exchanged numbers with the other driver.

FINALLY, we were done and can go on our way. Gavin called, he was already across the Tuas Checkpoint, and I was still on Newton Circus.

I caught up with Gavin and Sam at the Ayer Keroh Rest Stop.

And for the first time in two days, I was happy.

I had a frosty mug of Root Beer at the A&W.