Thank You, yang arif.

One afternoon in Ramadan a group of men came out of nowhere to rain down on me, Roughneck and the late Roustabout King busy having lunch in a restaurant. They showed us their authority card as if it meant something. We did what three hungry men would do under such a situation, continue eating to finish up a good lunch we had just started. That got 'em mad. One of them came to our table with murder in his eyes to sweep the plates and the glasses off the table with a single swoop of his arm. That got me mad but I knew better to remain calm and to take things one at a time. It was not the right moment for a brawl. To begin with we were outnumbered and there were police officers joining the raid and so I did what a man caught in a situation like that would do. Remain quiet and follow their orders.

First you give them your Kad Pengenalan.
And then you wait for them to take down your name.
And then you go wait in line with the rest of the offenders.
And then you march to a waiting van in a single file.
Curious crowd loiter about the van to hurl verbal abuses you wouldn't repeat to a snake.
A guy came up close to the van to spray spit at you.
A few others join in as if it was a spitting galore.
You want to get out of the van to start a brawl.
But I know better to remain calm.
Take one thing at a time, there's always time and place for a brawl later but for now, let these guys do their job. You know the routine. They'll give you a lengthy sermon and how you are going straight to hell. Listen. Don't say nothing. And then pay the fine and walk out and head straight to the same restaurant to start lunch all over again.

Not a big deal.
Thank you, yang arif.