Road Rage, Temper, and Trooper

21 November 2007
Wednesday

Talk about coincidence...

...every time I use the Trooper I end up with a day with at least an incident with a fellow motorist.

There's this moron who tried to insert his vehicle at my car's expense during a long line of slow traffic in one of my alternative routes to work. It really irritates me whenever people do a counterflow so that they can get ahead and then suddenly try to get in line when there is incoming traffic.

We had a heated exchange of work as I blurted out stuff like "walang disciplina, kadiri ka, pare, jologs mo!" "kaya di umaasenso and Pilipinas dahil sa mga ulupong tulad mo!"

I was still able to move ahead but when we were finally on the main road, he cut me from my blindside and I nearly got smashed against the bus on my left. Grrr...!!!!

I cut him and blocked him, got down, and released my retractable stick... all of a sudden it felt like one of those days in college when my I and my brods of my designated strike team would make a "hit."

I could have gone to him by the driver side, and while he was caught in the slow moving traffic, I could have hit his pathetic face just sitting there like a stupid sitting duck...

...then again, it just dawned on me that it was a bad idea so I just let it go... he KNEW I could have made him toothless. I'm so glad I didn't do it... for my sake. The berk isn't worth it.

Then just the other day, I had issues with a "poor excuse of a man" (read: lesbian who makes this pathetic attempt to look like a man) over double parking at my brother's condominium.

I know I shouldn't gotten down her level, but man... the bad thing about me is that I couldn't stand being disrespected and talked rudely especially with the likes of this kind of a person. I've been brought up by my parents not to hit women... makes me wonder if that would include butchies. At any rate, I didn't even lift a finger though I made allusions on her laughable attempt on trying to be a man and join the man's world.

I knew I hit a nerve when I did that, and the formator in me screamed "foul!" But hey, at that time, I just couldn't handle the manner in which this person treated me. The bad person in me emphasized to her that no matter what she does, she could never have what I have... the Y chromosome.

Damn.

On a lighter note, I am raring to get a hold of the UP Centennial Commemorative Car Plate. Yeah, baby!!! U.P. Maroons, fight! I had a joke with a colleague of mine from UST: "What is 400 years of Existence compared to 100 years of EXCELLENCE!" Hehehehe...