For some strange reason, people like to give me the finger! They think that raising their middle finger at me and glaring at me (if-looks-could-kill kind of looks) would make them feel better, perhaps even make up for all the injustices I have heaped on them. And the other thing that bothers me is that whenever people give me “the finger”, more often than not, they are people I don’t know and am passing them on the road. I sat down and seriously considered my driving skills one day.
I am a safe driver, I don’t go beyond 60 kmph and most of the times, I apologize for bumping into some other vehicle or some old bugger trying to cross the road, and at the times I don’t apologize is when I don’t realize that I’ve “made contact,” a fact which I realize only when I go home and see the fuel or the oil leaking out from a hole in the chassis. But still, I haven’t killed anyone or anything on the road, and am generally on the right side of the traffic. 🙂
Anyway, these things are beyond my comprehension. If people on the street want to give me the finger, they can go ahead and do it. I don’t really care. But if they really have to give me the finger and shout out loud that I’m a “rotten scoundrel who has to learn how to drive and respect elders,” when I’m standing in front of my house, with a few cute girls whom I’m trying to charm, thus ruining my chances with the lovely creations of God, then it pisses me off! 🙂
Anyway, dear reader, I’m back from my hiatus and will be filling these pages with more of my singular and quirky experiences hoping to make you laugh, and I thank you all for your support.