Just Another Day...

Firstly, I may not be in the right frame of mind to blog. For I could have got into a fight this evening.

I was on my way home, when slightly after the bend before the bus swerved into the bus bay, a stationary red car parked, both its rear lights flashing. Taking out the whole of the left lane, the bus had to brake hard. The office girl sitting behind me, flustered, stared out into the dark at the red car. No one was hurt though, which was largely due to the diligence of the bus driver, if you think about how fast he had to react.

As I alighted from the bus, I knew my daily path would take me next to the vehicle. It happened to be a really sporty looking car, with spoiler and a catalogue of miniature flags pasted on its low body. Outside a pub, just beside a clinic, a young lad in a Liverpool jersey was yapping away on his handphone. There was no indication of ownership, even as I stopped and bended down to confirm that the driver's seat was empty. That was when I decided to find a spot about maybe two hundred metres away, to start writing on a piece of paper:

Dear Bastard,

I don't know what you are thinking, and what important things you have to do, such that you have to leave your car in such inconvenience. Bloody hell! Do you know that you could have killed a busload of people by your thoughtless action? FUCK YOUR MOTHERFUCKER!

Yes, that was me raging. As I turned my way back to the car, the young lad had come next to the car, hand to ear. There, I faced my foe, who had suddenly become protective of his property. My blood was boiling. Now, I have seen some of the most abominable people on this earth, and I was in a foul mood myself this day too. There was some shred of rationale left though. My initial plan was to put my note on the windscreen; there was no need for confrontation. Upon seeing the upright figure, apparently glaring at me with dagger-like eyes, momentarily, my thought was to pass the note direct to him. Now, on retrospection, it would have been suicidal.

The mind is a fecund canvas of excuses for one's cowardly action, or so it seems. He could have brought his mother for an emergency consultation with the 24 hrs doctor; he could be attending to an urgent call, therefore being civil-minded, have abandoned the vehicle as such. Perhaps.

At all events, I turned my back again, walked into the dark, and looked forward to the comfort of my room, with the thought that today is just another day.