Totally 100% Moron

There are times I wished I own a bazooka. I would then do mankind a favor and shoot every prick. Man, the world would be a better place because of me ^^.

As we headed out from the Concorde carpark, we met with a major asshole. Due to all the hawker stalls and illegal parking, the two way street there was reduced into a one-way lane.

“Kalau takde k’reta, cepat accelerate. Pergi je,” said the Pak Cik Carpark. (Translation: “If there is no cars, faster accelerate. Just go” said the Carpark Uncle).

Following his advice, when the ‘one-way lane’ was clear, J accelerated. What happen next made my blood boil. This gray Waja, coming from the other direction, saw our car and accelerated.

The idiot thought that if he accelerated fast enough he would be able to fly over all obstacles and land on the other side safely. Sadly, his pea brain fail to comprehend that that only happens in the movies in in reality, he would congest the whole road. Thus we came to a standstill.

Now, if there was no car behind us, we could have reverse. But there was a Gen2 right behind us. So we were literally stuck with the jerk glaring at us. ***er doesn’t know that “IF looks could kill” is just a saying. So he continued to glare. Poor sod must have tired his eyes out.

Our guy friend kept on pestering us to honk. Now there are two ways to look at this: -

1. Honk and the bugger reverse. End of story.
2. Honk and the bugger calls up friends. They are part of the triad that he is in. Beginning of story.

So we rather not take the risk to see the stars in various different angles. But did our guy friend comprehend this? NoooOOO. Being the macho man that he is he kept on pestering us to honk until someone asked him to shut up. I won’t mention the name of that someone.

As if psychic to our macho guy need, the Gen2 behind us began to honk.

“PoOOooooooNNnnnnnn”

At about that time, a Wira came from the asshole direction. But the Wira, stopped further away to let the imbecile reverse.

The twerp still did not get it.

So, for half an hour we were stuck seeing the face-of-a-man-whose-brain-is-that-of-a-dung-beatle-on-weed. Not handsome some more. If I could I would have advice him to change the frames of his spectacles. The rims were too thick and black is not his color. Anyway, back to story…

We were the “Drama Minggu Ini” for all the uncles in the hawker stalls who watched in interest to what was happening. That was until one of the spectators stood up and told the mindless fool to reverse. Like the wave effect, soon we were having various pakciks coming to our aid and asking that piece of trash to reverse.

He complied, as you can never fight of a group of annoyed uncles. But he did not stop glaring at us. I think he is possessed. That is my only explanation for this garbage bag.

After reversing and letting us through, he wind down his window and glared at J. Being the bimbo that I am, I gave him a sweet smile.

I hope that makes his day as how he made mine.

P/S: I think the brave pakcik should be given a male chivalry award, don’t you?