I knew something was amiss when the spluttering of the serai and onions in my wok started slowing down. Looked down at the flames and yes, oh yes.....there burns the last breath of my gas.
Called my neighbourhood gas man.
"Today cannot help you miss. I am in Bangsar!"
WHAT?? So far the 3 times I have called him since I moved to my new place has him running over in about 10 minutes. So, this was a first for me.
"So how?" I asked. "What time can you arrive?"
After much debate, he gave me a reluctant promise of before 6 pm.
So, off I went doing my other chores. If my parents were not here, you bet I would have just packed everything into the fridge and went out to eat.
But I had my parents and I had my relatives who were coming over for dinner. Rice was cooked and everything was washed and cut. So, we waited.
At 5.50 pm, the gas man called. "What is your address? Not xxxx place meh?"
"NO!" I answered. "I told you my place is yyyy place mah."
He got the address wrong and thus was now caught in another traffic jam filled place.
"This time really cannot help you miss. By the time I reach your place will be 8+ liao."
SIGH....and here I was on my way out to fetch my aunty and grandma.
Well...to cut the story short, my dad went over to the gas man's house, hoping he would keep some spare tanks in his house. And this act caused the gas man to pity us so much that he sent his son to bring his own gas tank over for us to use.
So, my mum cooked dinner.
And at 8+, the gas man arrived to give us a new tank.
He took the oportunity to nag and nag for us to keep a spare.
Truth be told, I don't really have the cupboard space to put a spare. And neither do I have a storeroom. So....the reason why I didn't have a spare. And he has always been so reliable. And I thought I had an induction cooker, worse case scenraio. But the damn induction cooker gave me a fuse shortage when I hooked it on last night.
So this particular incident is not one I want to repeat. My mum doesn't do well with stress and given the gas man predicted my tank of gas would last only till Christmas. And gave me a warning that don't tell me half way cooking for Christmas....
Space or no space, I have a spare now. Hidden in corners only cockroaches go! :)
I end this with a kind word of gratitude for the gas man who thought of our dinner and let us use this tank of gas. It was so much trouble for him but he helped where he could. Such a good samaritan.
Did I consider other gas tanks? I did. But hubby says they could have a different head? Is that true?