So he got out to push.
poor dude. but he couldn't really move it (fat old ladies, these sports cars), so he called for help (F1 car mah).
And the Mandarin doormen and bellhop came along to help, and they pushed it to a side and kinda left it there and the guy went away. I went to taka and looked around and didn't buy anything but that's another story and I came back and I saw the yellow speeddemon at the side of the road with its hazard lights flashing, and lo and behold, my walking timing was perfect once again, and the guy came back to his car with a can of petrol, which he proceeded to fill up his tank with. Feeling insanely guilty about my intention of publicising his unfortunate situation, i took a photo.
He looks awfully young and casually dressed for the car. Oh well. I guess cool funky jackets just don't cut it in Singapore anyway.
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