Chivalry is dead in Malaysia
I have concluded that Malaysian men are generally an ungentlemanly lot.So much so that when a rare specimen of born and bred Malaysian man actually does something chivalrous, I find myself pleasantly surprised to no end. Sad isn't it?
Because the rest of the hopeless Malaysian male population will more often than not:
a) Go through a door first and let it swing right smack into your face
b) Allow an obviously pregnant lady to lug her heavy luggage bag up and down three flights of stairs
c) Stand by watching the fairer sex shift heavy boxes without offering a helping hand
The above examples are some real case scenarios but what actually sparked off this post was what happened this morning when I went to the bank at PJ States...
It was morning rush hour I was lucky to get a spot right in front of the bank after only making about 5 rounds and headed off to settle my banking needs. When I got back about half an hour later, a motorbike and car were double parked behind my car. The driver promptly moved her car but the motorbike rider was nowhere to be seen.
I suppose I could have honked my horn but if there's anything that irks me more than ungentlemanly guys, its incessant honking for no good reason. So I resignedly dropped off my stuff in the car and tried moving the motorbike myself, being careful not to burn my leg on the bike's exhaust pipe ( I have this phobia). It was quite heavy and I couldn't lift it so I just sort of clumsily dragged it as much out of the way as I could to make space for my car to reverse.
I got into my car and put my gear into Reverse. It was then, I noticed a 30-something Chinese guy with a pot belly in office attire puffing away on a cigarette with his gal pal in tow. He was craning his neck towards the back of my car and smirking at me while shaking his head. From his body language I could tell he was tsk-tsking to himself and thinking, "Aiya, stupid girl, not enough space to reverse-la, you sure bang the bike one."
Suppresing my ire, I got out of the car and once again dragged the motorbike a few inches out of the way.
Back in the driver's seat, Mr Chivalrous Personified was still puffing, craning and shaking his head away. Damn it, I will show him! I managed to squeeze my car out of the parking bay, missing the bike by a hairline crack and pulled majestically (I would like to think) away.
Seriously, was it too much to expect him to help me move the motorbike rather than just stand there and smirk?
Evidently, it was since:
a) I'm a total stranger he has no intention of hitting upon
b) I'm not a modelesque hot chick
I wonder why though when I was in London last month, not one but three or four British guys without a second thought, like it was second nature to them, gallantly offered to help me lug my heavy luggage bag up and down stairs in the Subway. You've got to give it to the British that they, for all their drunken football rowdiness, can also be very courteous.
I can only hope that Mr. Chivalrous Personified, in the very least, really lives up to his name when it comes to treating his girlfriend and family.
posted by N.J.A.P.F. @ 5:07 PM
3 Comments:
hey hey!
I thought chivalry was dead...till I joined my current company.
I am AMAZED! *haha*
So easily amazed...because previous job in retail, the only guy in the shop would be the only one not bothered when they see us girls carrying the mineral water out from store to shop.
-_________-"
Here, doors opened for me, let me walk thru first, feed me first...offer to pay. *ahem*
Not bad...*haha*
Wow FeR! I'm really impressed, perhaps there is hope yet...Any openings in your company ar? Hee ;)
*hehe*
got opening for marketing position, i think.
*wink*
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