How would you describe a person who parked right beside you but didn't even remember to put enough space for the driver to get into the car?
Last Sunday, I was so mad because I parked at the last designated slot to ensure that I won't have problems getting in. Dang! Even Kate Moss can't slide into the gap. I doubt if I left enough scratch marks when I slid my key along the sides of that two-toned Civic.
In my fury, I called the guard and reprimanded him. Di naman niya kasalanan pero hello lang, bakit niya pinabayaan. Ganun daw kasi pag puno. To which I replied, "Wala ba kayong towing dito?" Wala daw. Dun na lang daw ako pumasok sa passenger side. Siyempre, nagalit ako lalo. "Nakita mo bang buntis ako?!?!?"
Ano pa nga bang magagawa ko? I needed to leave. I manoeuvred myself carefully into the driver's seat, trying to hold back every curse I know. I have an echo riding at the passenger seat, after all.
I desperately wanted to thrash the car with the remaining chocolate milkshake in my cup holder. But I didn't. The educated/discipined person in me surfaced. Besides, makakarma din siya. Makarma siya big time!
I dearly hope that I don't know any person who drives a black-and-green 2000-model Civic with plate number WFH xxx. I can't be dealing with an imbecile like that.
Last Sunday, I was so mad because I parked at the last designated slot to ensure that I won't have problems getting in. Dang! Even Kate Moss can't slide into the gap. I doubt if I left enough scratch marks when I slid my key along the sides of that two-toned Civic.
In my fury, I called the guard and reprimanded him. Di naman niya kasalanan pero hello lang, bakit niya pinabayaan. Ganun daw kasi pag puno. To which I replied, "Wala ba kayong towing dito?" Wala daw. Dun na lang daw ako pumasok sa passenger side. Siyempre, nagalit ako lalo. "Nakita mo bang buntis ako?!?!?"
Ano pa nga bang magagawa ko? I needed to leave. I manoeuvred myself carefully into the driver's seat, trying to hold back every curse I know. I have an echo riding at the passenger seat, after all.
I desperately wanted to thrash the car with the remaining chocolate milkshake in my cup holder. But I didn't. The educated/discipined person in me surfaced. Besides, makakarma din siya. Makarma siya big time!
I dearly hope that I don't know any person who drives a black-and-green 2000-model Civic with plate number WFH xxx. I can't be dealing with an imbecile like that.
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