After sending my wife to work, and my eldest son to his Bahasa Arab & Hafazan class at SRAI BBB this morning, my other boy and I went straight to La Rizz Restaurant in nearby Sg. Merab for breakfast. As usual I got out of the car with the camera in hand. My son and I went straight to the roti canai guy and ordered us some.
Then we went to the air-conditioned room to book us a table. We got one with three chairs at a corner next to the kitchen, close to the door to the food area. I sat my son there, confirmed his order, and went to pick up and order other food/drink.
I looked around, and decided to buy the fried rice to take home for lunch. I picked up a styrofoam container and filled it with fried rice. I got the container in my left hand, and the rice scoop in my right hand.
Obviously I wasn’t holding the camera by then. So this was where things got a little blurry. I couldn’t remember when the camera left my hand.
I then went to the counter with the fried rice. Standing at the counter, I reached for a plate, and picked up a baked potato and a half-boiled egg. When the cashier attended to me, I ordered some drinks, and paid for the whole order. I went back to the dining room with a plate of baked potato and a half-boiled egg in one hand, and fried rice in a styrofoam container packed in a plastic bag in the other hand.
When breakfast was done, we walked straight out with me holding the plastic bag in the left hand, and the handphone and car keys in the right hand. I would usually carry my camera in my left hand. We went to the 7-Eleven two doors away to buy newspapers. Then we got into the car and went straight home.
Reaching home, at the parking lot, as we were about to get out of the car, I automatically tried to grab my camera where I would usually place it, in a compartment next to the cassette rack. Only then I realized that there was no camera there. What a shock!
I immediately drove back to La Rizz, and asked the cashier if anyone had seen a misplaced camera. Perhaps my anxiety got the better of my conscience, the cashier sounded intimidated when she said that no one had seen any. I guess I could understand her apprehension. She pointedly said to me that she did notice I didn’t have my camera along when I was at the counter earlier. She recognized me as one of her regular patrons. I left her my number, just in case.
So I lost my camera today. It was a gift from Allah via my wife. She bought it for me on April 26, 2007. 573 days and around 16,000 clicks of still photos and a few home videos. Sorry Pah.
I already had plans, but it seemed that others had plans for me, too.