He swooshes past you on the road. How dare he impede the road you own. The idiot that he is doesn’t know that the one with more wheels rules the streets. Yes, the very same faceless man hiding behind his wizer, to protect himself from an accident or curses, only he knows.
Why was he speeding anyway? Is he running late for a movie? That’s understandable. Was he late for work? Huh, the lazy retard must have got up late. Its people like him that make the streets unsafe. Zipping across between cars. So what if his scooter fits in smoothly between two sedans, he has no business to disturb others.
It’s so distracting for drivers, busy on the phone with a friend planning a party this coming weekend. I mean come on, the busy lives we lead don’t leave us with much time to catch up on.
He deserves all the malicious words thrown at him, so does his mom and his sister.
Suddenly he bumps in to you, how could he not see you were talking to your friend at the backseat? Was he blind?
Damn! The headlight is broken, and you are in big trouble because your dad will ban your rights to a car for the next 2 months. So unfair, you didn’t even do anything, it was his fault.
You scream at him, but he doesn’t. Why would he, it was his fault. No, wait, he is still down on the road. Not moving at all, just lying still. Is he breathing? How much will a headlight cost? Is he alive? Will dad kill you for damaging the car?
As you ponder over your car, his family awaits the arrival of their son for lunch.
As you weep over your probable strangled freedom, his family cries over nothing. They just cry...
Friday, October 3, 2008
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