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T’was An Accident-Lah, Sir

I was on my way to a client’s office to collect a payment on a rainy evening when this happened. The roads were dark and where I was driving, there were potholes here and there…one too many on such a popular area, if you ask me. Maneuvering my way in the dark alleyways, the direction-blind me finally found the street that I am supposed to be on. Happy as a lark, I wheeled myself into the street and found a spot to park the car before giving my client a call. I sat there and dialed the number, it rang…no answer. Second try…no answer and then third try, he picked the phone up and told me that he would be on the way down to pass me my well-earned money. Pleased with myself, I ended the call and……’HOLY SHITE!’ I screeched when I saw a horrifyingly scary face stare at me with a frown. His furrowed brow was nothing compared to the ghostly eyes throwing daggers at me. Dare I wind down the window? No, man. Are you CRAZEEE??? Then slowly, the man, without taking his dagger-throwing eyes off of me, walked away. It was then that I noticed his back was all wet. I drove slowly up to him, roll down the window just a weeeeeeee bit and asked, “Sir, was there something you wanted to tell me?” Are you blind?” he asked. I blinked back my surprise and said, “Sorry? No, I most certainly am not blind, mister. What’s your problem?” I was starting to throw some daggers myself. In a flustered manner, he threw his arms all around him and then up and down without saying anything, eyes wide open and positively GLARED at me again. If he could turn me into a tadpole right there and then, I think he would have. His eyes was saying, you drove and splashed into a puddle and gave me an impromptu shower, you bitch! Oh. Sorry, but it is raining and there are so many puddles all around and it’s dark so….erm…yeah, I couldn’t have seen (I was also looking for a street and was bloody proud of myself for finding my way here ALL BY MYSELF) anyone. Sorry…”, I mustered but he was no longer listening to me. I continued to stare at his retreating back, uncertain if it’s really my fault, actually. Heylow, it was an accident lah, MF! You think I purposely drive into a puddle and wet you ah? KNN! Sorry lor….if you want to live the rest of your life cursing at me then be it. Have a happy life. Tiu.
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