Dishevelling, disbelieving and nerve wrecking. What a day, what a day, what a mighty lousy day. I almost knocked a man down. What atrocity. The horror! But I have to admit, I am exaggerating a little, especially when I mentioned ‘I almost knocked a man down’. I wasn’t the driver, the brother-in-law was. We were moving at moderate speed when a man crossed the road slowly as if he was the almighty. Matted in super heroic proportions, the bro-in-law stepped on the brakes just in time to see the almost so-called accident victim breezed away spouting curses to us all. My mom almost passed out, my sis was speechless, a total opposite of her flamboyant self and I practically saw my heart pounced out of my chest, onto the granite road, rolling passed the double yellow line still beating at remarkable speed, crying. Fucking cibai, we almost hit the bastard, but it was definitely not our fault and neither was my brother-in-laws driving skills not up to the road safety’s capacity. He's a pro for gods sake. The bugger appeared out of nowhere. Even a ‘blind’ girl like me could see that the fault lies in the nutcase. Imagine the worst case scenario, the nutcase lying on the road in a pool of blood and witnesses swarming around like bees. That would have caused traffic jams and I immensely despised slow traffic. Seriously, I could not care less what comes after. Imagine the questions. The bugger deserves it. If I was driving, I would have stormed out of the car with a crowbar, knock the fugly bugger on his head, give him a piece of my mind, ”KAU BUTA KE!” and some tips on how to “widen your eyes” before jay walking. WHAT AN IDIOT! A pity. It would have been fun watching my brother-in-law screwing the bugger with myself as back up. I am such a hoodlum. Sheesh am I all shook up of what might have happened. Worse, witnessing an accident is bad enough, but being involved in one would have been…frightful? Another adventurous day? Perhaps. Fortunately nothing happened and the day goes on without a flaw. Tra la la.
