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Let me start by saying I'm usually the most cool, zen, patient, whatever you wanna call it type of guy. Mike1107 or Oldfella can vouch for that, as they both know me very well in real life...
Here we go:
Warm and sunny day today, I've just picked my mother up at the train station. She's coming back from holidays, and on our way to her house she tells me how her vacations went, what she did, who she met, etc... I'm listening to her without really listening (lol), but nontheless happy to observe that she seems to have enjoyed her stay. In a word , to summarize my state of mind at that very moment, I'm RELAXED. Especially since my favorite song is going on the radio: The Promise You Made, by Cock Robin.
Red light on this large Avenue I'm currently driving on. I stop, patiently waiting for it to turn green, just positionned behind a bicycle ridden by a rather pretty girl. Everything's still ok. Green light. The chick starts pedaling when she realizes something's just fallen from one of her pockets. She stops in order to pick it up (a wallet, apparently). Logical. What can you do? It could happen to everyone! She makes a sign in my direction to apologize, and I of course reply back with a smile, saying she can take her time.
Then, all of a sudden, I hear honking LOUDLY... AND NON-STOP!! It's coming from the car just behind me, driven by a guy around 50 or so, who keeps on waving his hands and gesticulating nervously. Now you must know that from where he is, there's not a single chance in hell he hasn't seen the bike... but he won't stop yelling at me, his fingers pointed agressively...
WTF? He wants me to run over the poor girl or what? No, nothing can prevent him from acting silly!!! Staring at his dumbass face in the mirror I'm shaking my head like saying "how can someone be so stupid", but am still cool and let it go, thinking to myself that this dude hasn't been blessed with much intelligence, and that it's not his fault if he's asshole. Lol!
The girl eventually pedals again, and I proceed to start myself... when in a noise worthy of a Formula 1 Grand Prix, the guy accelerates and brings up his Toyota Yaris close to my window, just to look at me and say what can be translated from my native language into "Son of bitch"... and goes away!
If you remember, my mother is on the passenger seat...
Takes me about 3 seconds to really, and fully, realize what that hijo de puta (spanish translation this time ) just told me... that's it, I'm furious. But when I say "furious", I mean it... like I've rarely been in my whole life!
I'm red and uncontrollable, with just one thing in my mind, breaking this fucker into pieces. I can't hear anyone anymore, all my soul focused on that sole goal: ripping him alive. In about 30 seconds I start my car, chase him, catch his clown face up, overtake him and keep going in front of him till the next red light just a few hundred meters away. Then with a quite rare RAGE I get off my car, come to him and try to open his door... which he just closed. I'm like (literally): "OUTSIDE U BASTARD. COME! WHAT ARE U WAITING FOR? COME TO ME MOTHERFUC..." Picture me punching his hood and wheels at the same time... I'm like a madman, angry and ready to knock the hell outta him if he ever dares to say a single word. Which must have shown, cause he's on his seat, his mouth wide open with nothing coming out... Dude has obviously understood I wasn't kidding... at all... and suddenly starts screaming "SORRY... SORRY... SORRY"... at least ten times in a row.
I still want to punch him (too easy to apologize like a little girl when one minute before you were acting mean like you're the shit ), when I feel someone grabbing my shoulder... I turn and now it's me SCREAMING with a voice straight from the inferno: "WHAT????????"... without even knowing who it is. It's my mother... begging me to stop, cause otherwise I'm gonna be the one in big trouble when all is said and done... smart mum! LOL!
After a good minute trying to convince me, I finally resign myself, and after a last "son of bitch" to the dude who now seems extremely relieved to watch me leave , I get in my car... and drives my mother to her house as initially planned.
Pfttttt... my heart's still racing just thinking to the asshole...
Here we go:
Warm and sunny day today, I've just picked my mother up at the train station. She's coming back from holidays, and on our way to her house she tells me how her vacations went, what she did, who she met, etc... I'm listening to her without really listening (lol), but nontheless happy to observe that she seems to have enjoyed her stay. In a word , to summarize my state of mind at that very moment, I'm RELAXED. Especially since my favorite song is going on the radio: The Promise You Made, by Cock Robin.
Red light on this large Avenue I'm currently driving on. I stop, patiently waiting for it to turn green, just positionned behind a bicycle ridden by a rather pretty girl. Everything's still ok. Green light. The chick starts pedaling when she realizes something's just fallen from one of her pockets. She stops in order to pick it up (a wallet, apparently). Logical. What can you do? It could happen to everyone! She makes a sign in my direction to apologize, and I of course reply back with a smile, saying she can take her time.
Then, all of a sudden, I hear honking LOUDLY... AND NON-STOP!! It's coming from the car just behind me, driven by a guy around 50 or so, who keeps on waving his hands and gesticulating nervously. Now you must know that from where he is, there's not a single chance in hell he hasn't seen the bike... but he won't stop yelling at me, his fingers pointed agressively...
WTF? He wants me to run over the poor girl or what? No, nothing can prevent him from acting silly!!! Staring at his dumbass face in the mirror I'm shaking my head like saying "how can someone be so stupid", but am still cool and let it go, thinking to myself that this dude hasn't been blessed with much intelligence, and that it's not his fault if he's asshole. Lol!
The girl eventually pedals again, and I proceed to start myself... when in a noise worthy of a Formula 1 Grand Prix, the guy accelerates and brings up his Toyota Yaris close to my window, just to look at me and say what can be translated from my native language into "Son of bitch"... and goes away!
If you remember, my mother is on the passenger seat...
Takes me about 3 seconds to really, and fully, realize what that hijo de puta (spanish translation this time ) just told me... that's it, I'm furious. But when I say "furious", I mean it... like I've rarely been in my whole life!
I'm red and uncontrollable, with just one thing in my mind, breaking this fucker into pieces. I can't hear anyone anymore, all my soul focused on that sole goal: ripping him alive. In about 30 seconds I start my car, chase him, catch his clown face up, overtake him and keep going in front of him till the next red light just a few hundred meters away. Then with a quite rare RAGE I get off my car, come to him and try to open his door... which he just closed. I'm like (literally): "OUTSIDE U BASTARD. COME! WHAT ARE U WAITING FOR? COME TO ME MOTHERFUC..." Picture me punching his hood and wheels at the same time... I'm like a madman, angry and ready to knock the hell outta him if he ever dares to say a single word. Which must have shown, cause he's on his seat, his mouth wide open with nothing coming out... Dude has obviously understood I wasn't kidding... at all... and suddenly starts screaming "SORRY... SORRY... SORRY"... at least ten times in a row.
I still want to punch him (too easy to apologize like a little girl when one minute before you were acting mean like you're the shit ), when I feel someone grabbing my shoulder... I turn and now it's me SCREAMING with a voice straight from the inferno: "WHAT????????"... without even knowing who it is. It's my mother... begging me to stop, cause otherwise I'm gonna be the one in big trouble when all is said and done... smart mum! LOL!
After a good minute trying to convince me, I finally resign myself, and after a last "son of bitch" to the dude who now seems extremely relieved to watch me leave , I get in my car... and drives my mother to her house as initially planned.
Pfttttt... my heart's still racing just thinking to the asshole...