I was in an unfamiliar car park.
It was daytime, don't worry, this isn't a terrible tale.
But I didn't know where to pay for my ticket.
Me: Where do I pay?
I wave my ticket at him.
Security Guy: Bayar sana.
I walk towards my car.
I turn around and he's pointing at my car…
Or more precisely, at my FLAT TYRE!!
I stand there and look at it for a while.
I wonder who I should call.
Someone who is a combination of "nearby" and "useful".
[if my car had a face, it would've been this]
Then the maintenance man appears.
Maintenance Man: You have spare tyre?
Maintenance Guy: O.O?
Maintenance Guy: In here?
He points at my boot.
Me: Oh, maybe..!
I open my boot and lo and behold, I have a beautiful spare tyre.
Maintenance Guy: You have a jack?
He rummages in my boot and pulls out both a jack and some other useful looking tools.
Me: Oh. That's good.
The maintenance man and the security guard both look at me.
Then at each other.
I know what just happened: "So bro - who's it gonna be?"
The security guy stares, noncommittally, so Heroic Maintenance Man gets to work, removing my useless tyre.
Which has a big, fat nail in it.
An associate of theirs cruises past on his bike and happily shouts,
Maintenance man nods.
Me: Is that normal here, biasa?
Maintenance Man confirms, yup, biasa.
Bad car park!!
Minutes later I have a gloriously attached and functioning tyre.
Me: Terima kasih banyak!! :))
I try to shake his hand but it's dirty so he politely denies me and walks away.
No alterior motive.
Good people still exist!