I noticed Emily was giving me this worried look when I was driving this morning, so I asked her a silent “What?”.
“Dear… I dreamt of something bad”
“And what’s that?”
“I dreamt that you were involved in an accident…”
“Aww… it was just a dream, dear. Don’t worry about it”
At the same time, I was negotiating a merger into a single lane (that is : 2 lanes merging into 1). It was actually a ramp leading to the Penang Bridge. There were a lot of cars so, it was a little congested there due to the bottleneck effect. And just as I finished uttering the line “…..don’t worry about it” to Emily, suddenly, I heard some friction noise by the side of my door. Much to my horror, it was a car shoving itself into the narrow space (approx 5 ft) on my right. A silver Toyota Camry 2.2GX.
It goes screeeeeeeeeettttt and I was imagining paint peeling off my car. I looked to the rear through my side mirror in fury and saw a middle aged bastard behind the steering wheel. He was as cold and as emotionless as a corpse… apparently, not realizing that his car had brushed against mine. I can’t stop my car to give him a good bashing because there were approximately half of Penang’s population lining up behind the bottleneck traffic. So, I did the next best thing — I wound down my window and give him an international sign language. Much to my addled confusion, he remained static like a rotten tree trunk.
I had to move on further down the bridge before I managed to get a good look on that motherfucker’s face. It was a middle aged Malay cocksucker who had an uncanny resemblance of James Brown – deep ass wrinkle on his forehead, flabby jowl, curly hair. The type of face that beckons for punches… And the time I glowered at him through the front passenger window, he was seen half dozing in his car! What the fuck!? I then took a maneuver to the left of his car to check if his car sustained any damage — I actually spotted a long streak of black grime on his bumper. I was actually quite satisfied with that although I very much hoped his car exploded or something.
I discussed with Emily whether I should tail that mongoloid pig and cream his ass — but the outcome was to just let the bastard go, and decided to just jot down his car plate instead. I checked my door when I got to the office, and noticed that my car only sustained a small silver colored scratch on the door — just a small addition to the collection of ‘scars’ I’ve gotten over the years from countless of assholes and vandals. Since I will be selling my car off this coming Wednesday, I decided not pursue the matter any further with Mr. Brown.
But I want to do this instead — publish his car registration number on my blog. So, everyone, — please lookout for this car driven by an consummate asshole :
Silver Toyota Camry 2.2 GX with number plate PEP 1048.
If you’re the family member of Mr Brown or somehow related to this person, would you kindly advise him not to sleep behind the wheel… and also, ask him to register at the nearest kindergarten for some decent education.
Owner of PEP 1048, if you’re reading this yourself, well… I hope you get plenty of herpes and genital warts for the rest of your miserable life.