A Creature of Deplorable Habit

I was at Caltex Maybank ATM late last night and was somewhat in a hurry. A young lady was in front of me taking all the time in the world to complete her transaction. I noticed she kept on pressing the '3rd party transfer' button furiously several times obviously realizing it wasnt working. This she did several times (as in put her card all over again, presssing several buttons to get to the right page...you know, the works) and each time producing invariably the same outcome.

Let's face it--after the 3rd time, if she had any semblance of a brain in her head she would already have known that whatever she was trying to achieve just didnt work. Frustrated--she ended her attempts by forcefully punching in the "exit" button & giving me a look to seek for some sort of approval. Well, I refused to look at her face. And she wont get any from me either. I want no association with such woman who successfully reinforces the 'lembab' stigma for all women in general.

There are a few other places where I find women completely intolerable--and my personal favorite is the at the toll booth. These lembab creatures will exhibit a certain annoying methodical routine:

Start looking for our handbag ONLY when we are right in front of the toll booth. Those minutes of queing up shall not be used to prepare for the toll fee. Oh no...we have better things to do like let's look into the mirror to see if our hair is in place.
Now that we finally manage to find the handbag, let's open it and try to find that cute purse to decide if we have enough spare change to pay for the toll. Oh there it is--let's open it and be surprised. It works like a charm everytime.
Do we have enough? Let's see...that's 20 cents + another 50 cents... plus... plus... plus... Erm, not enough lor...give us another minute to find that 1 ringgit which is in one of the compartments.
Here it is --and do we have time for a quick direction of which the toll operator must oblige? Yes we do--never mind about the long queue that we have created due to our slowness. Let's ask in English because our English is better than our Malay--never mind also that the toll operator is of the same race. Let's confuse them. Hey, everyone of us has our own problems.
Now, have we got back the change from the toll operator? Yes, we do and let's count it because we do not want to get short-changed. A quick glance at the change given won't do.
Let's put the change back into the useful purse. Aghh....now let's put the purse exactly where it belongs - on the left compartment--after all, we are organized lot, you know.
Ok got everything now but hey...wait a minute! Trust the wind to blow our hair when we rolled down the window just now! Let's check if everything is in place--aghh, yes after all the mirror is just right in front of our face.
*Meanwhile, the queue has just gotten longer...but really who cares. After all, we all have our own sap stories.*

Have we all met such creature in our life?

You betcha.