Many, many moons ago, when I was just an intern, I drove a Perodua Kancil with a faulty fuel gauge. One evening, I was driving towards BSC when my car started sputtering. I realised it was running low on fuel. I managed to stop in front of BSC’s entrance and the lovely valet boys came to my rescue. Years have passed but they still recognise me and that embarrassing incident. And they’re still as lovely and as helpful.