Today, I let rip at a stranger and my mother went, “YEAH!! You tell him, Kere!”
I was third in line at the traffic lights at that mass of intersections in front of Bank Negara, pointed towards Lake Gardens. A white, four wheel drive with a JKR emblem was at the front and when the lights turned green, the fricking idiot decided to do a U-turn there. Stupid bugger did not comprehend that you cannot do a U-turn there, mainly because TRAFFIC IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION WAS ALSO GREEN AND THERE WAS NO WAY HE COULD MOVE UNTIL THE LIGHTS TURNED RED AGAIN.
Meanwhile, since everyone else behind him was stacked bumper to bumper, no one could manoeuvre sideways at all. I started honking at him, not little tiny honks but really long, ear-splitting horns with my hand jammed firmly against the steering wheel. Much to my delight, every one else started honking him as well. And did that stubborn bugger give up on his ill-conceived turn and moved straight ahead like everyone else before him? Like fuck he did.
By some miraculous twisting, the car immediately behind him managed to move around him so traffic started to flow again. Just as I went past the idiot driver, I rolled down the window and yelled, “BODOH!” then drove off. I would have loved to have gotten out of the car, jump up and down on his bonnet, smash his windscreen and stick one middle finger in front of his terrified, Neanderthal face.
But I didn’t want to hold up traffic.
I was third in line at the traffic lights at that mass of intersections in front of Bank Negara, pointed towards Lake Gardens. A white, four wheel drive with a JKR emblem was at the front and when the lights turned green, the fricking idiot decided to do a U-turn there. Stupid bugger did not comprehend that you cannot do a U-turn there, mainly because TRAFFIC IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION WAS ALSO GREEN AND THERE WAS NO WAY HE COULD MOVE UNTIL THE LIGHTS TURNED RED AGAIN.
Meanwhile, since everyone else behind him was stacked bumper to bumper, no one could manoeuvre sideways at all. I started honking at him, not little tiny honks but really long, ear-splitting horns with my hand jammed firmly against the steering wheel. Much to my delight, every one else started honking him as well. And did that stubborn bugger give up on his ill-conceived turn and moved straight ahead like everyone else before him? Like fuck he did.
By some miraculous twisting, the car immediately behind him managed to move around him so traffic started to flow again. Just as I went past the idiot driver, I rolled down the window and yelled, “BODOH!” then drove off. I would have loved to have gotten out of the car, jump up and down on his bonnet, smash his windscreen and stick one middle finger in front of his terrified, Neanderthal face.
But I didn’t want to hold up traffic.
Comments
Oh and you go girl! Although I don't believe in raod rage
Don't believe in road rage? Like you wouldn't get angry at all or do you mean that you wouldn't physically demonstrate your anger?
I think you may change your mind once you get back to driving with KL dungus.