The confession of an alter ego

I’m leaving on a jet plane

Don’t know when I’ll be back again

…China here I come…

Him: Nak balik dah?

Me: Uhuh…

Him: Where did you park your car?

Me: Blok C… You?

Him: Blok A…

Me: I think Blok A is over there… But we can go down the elevator..

Him: <nodded>

…. we paid for the parking tickets at the machines, and then…

Me: Are you sure this is where you parked?! Cos I parked here…

Him: <shrugged and continued to walk beside me>

… we carried on our little chat till we got to another elevator…

Me: Alamak… I don’t remember which floor I parked the car at…

Him: I think it’s this one… <he proceeded to press the button that said "carpark">

Me: <Demmit>… Oh… But you didn’t park your car here right? <This is strange…>

… we exited the elevator and as I walked to my car, an epiphany hit me….

Me: Ooooooohhh… You’re walking me to my caaaar!!! Now I get it… Hish.. No need lah… <segan sebenarnya>

Him: Ok… Dah… Bye bye…

… then off he went to the elevator, to get to Blok A…

Note: No one has ever (ever) walked me to my car, or any other mode of transportations. Which is why I think this particular "event" deserves a special mention in my blog… Ok… Dah… Bye bye…