MF had free tickets for
Electric Beckett courtesy of her company. Early last week she asked me if I wanted to go along. An evening with a close pal and free show tickets is a potent combination. But there's also the perennial evening rain fall and resulting KL traffic jams to consider.
"Hey, thanks! I'm gamed to go but we must pray for good weather and smooth traffic," I said.
"Ya, must pray hard," she agreed.
I can hazily recall that I prayed for that - probably dedicated a half-sentence or for it. Well, at least I wasn't the only one praying for it. I felt assured that if there was anything lacking there, MF can take up on the slack. That's why it's always good to have at least one other person to pray for the same matter. The backup principle in action.
And so yesterday finally came about. Together with it came ominuous looking dark clouds and pouring rain. As if that wasn't enough, flashes of lightning graced the stormy skies. Thunder cracked sending shivers down my yellow spine.
"Wei, you did pray, didn't you?" MF looked at me suspiciously when she arrived at my office, half-wet from the pouring rain.
"I did! Well... it was approximately half a sentence but surely that still counts as a prayer," I replied feeling a slight shade of guilt.
We looked at the unpromising skies and the bad jam at the crossroad in front of my office with dismay in our eyes. But determination and sheer reckless faith filled our hearts.
"Haiya, let's go anyway. Just hope we make it in good time," I said and we made a mad dash to my car. Soon we were on our merry way to the Sprint highway.
A strange sight greeted us. Smooth flowing traffic. At rush hour. In the pouring rain. We felt almost giddy and lightheaded with relief. It got stranger as we cruised along the highway towards Sentul West. There was not a single car within my line of sight at all. We were there in less than 20 minutes! We had so much time to dawdle and yak over dinner and even had a nice bout of paper shopping at a nearby stationery shop.
I must have prayed for smooth traffic in my half-sentence prayer.