[This is a very emotional post, be well prepared]Life sucks, you've gotta admit it. You might debate it with me about it, but in my case, yeah it does. Why? Time after time, tragedy after tragedy, things happen. In contrast, something happened to me today. Not something happy, it's well sad for me. In my case, I would be more content to lose/drop/got stolen RM51 compared to getting cheated off RM51. Here's my account of the tragedy:-
Time: Around 0745 hours
Date: 24th July, 2010.
Location: The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, KL Sentral, Kuala Lumpur.
Account:At around 0745 hours, while I was waiting for my breakfast to be ready, a guy named 'Ah Seng' (I think it's an aliased name) approached me out of nowhere and looked very sympathetic. Honestly, if he were to be a real actor, he would have won an Oscar or something equivalent. He pleaded for me to buy him a train ticket to Johor Bahru. Sounds weird? Indeed. Summary of his history- He told me that he was cheated by his friend by a few thousand bucks to start a new life in KL with a new job and so. Then he told me that all his belongings are in his hotel (not sure what hotel) and that he is in desperate need to return to Johor Bahru with the scheduled 8.30 train. Due to the damn fact that I am waiting for my scrumptious breakfast, he gave me options to either buy him a ticket (which I should've done) or give him the money to buy the ticket and return me the change within a few minutes (which I somehow, in my sub-conscious mind, chose). According to him, the price of the ticket is a well damn RM31, which he promised to wire down the money to me once he arrives in Johor Bahru. I've handed over RM51 without thinking of the consequences. After waiting for a well half an hour, he went missing (with the supposed RM20 change) and I had to leave by the time for my tuition in Pudu. The big problem here is- Not the money, I've gave my phone number to him.
Description of him:
He is a smooth talker, big in size (but not obese) but looks friendly. Speaks no other languages other than Mandarin.
Consequences now:
Fact:
- Lost RM51.
What could've happened?:
- Getting robbed off my devices (a netbook, a new mobile phone and a spoilt iPod touch 32GB)
Real consequences right now:
- He might have given my number to the loan sharks. (then risk getting spammed, harassed and harmed by the loan sharks).
- He might have changed the phone number in the hotel reservation to my phone number, (then risk getting sued by the hotel for dues etc.)
- What else? A million other possibilities
Moral of the story:
- I, at the first place, shouldn't drink coffee in a secluded cafe in KL Sentral (well, Coffee Bean in KL Sentral is superiorly secluded - next to the KLIA Ekspres Airlines check-in counters).
- I shouldn't have trusted anyone in first sight.
- I should have been more careful to these situations.
- I should have learnt the sense of denial.
- I should have informed the police right away.
- I should have asked the baristas to escort him out.
- I should have asked for his identity or whatever.
- I should have taken a picture of him.
The real moral of the story is:
DO NOT TRUST ANYONE RIGHT AWAY. BE CAREFUL IF YOU WERE TO ENCOUNTER THESE KIND OF PEOPLE EVER AGAIN! KL SENTRAL IS WELL, UNSAFE YO!