How easily your day can be ruined by others.
Like how your peaceful morning drive to work was ruined by a reckless driver on a modified Saga, you know, those with huge spoilers, noisy mufflers and cracked body kits, who speeds on the emergency lane and then forcefully cuts into your lane, suspecting a police block in front. Had to jam on the brakes because it was slightly downhill and I was accelerating (picking up speed).
Really cannot tahan! I've made a vow to myself, if I ever see these type of drivers involved in an accident, I would stop, get down from my car and give them a heartfelt standing ovation.
Or how your satisfying lunch break was ruined during the lift ride to your office by a group of people, in my case about 7 of them, fresh from their cigarette break and was in a chatty mood. It was the most nauseating 20 seconds I've ever experienced, worst than air pockets during flight.
Equally depressing is when you're unfortunately seated nearby a hyperactive kid, worst if behavior of kid is oblivious to the parents, in the cinema. I've experienced this so many times that I think I'm starting to develop some phobic towards the mere sight or sound of children in the cinema hall. No kidding.
Like how your peaceful morning drive to work was ruined by a reckless driver on a modified Saga, you know, those with huge spoilers, noisy mufflers and cracked body kits, who speeds on the emergency lane and then forcefully cuts into your lane, suspecting a police block in front. Had to jam on the brakes because it was slightly downhill and I was accelerating (picking up speed).
Really cannot tahan! I've made a vow to myself, if I ever see these type of drivers involved in an accident, I would stop, get down from my car and give them a heartfelt standing ovation.
Or how your satisfying lunch break was ruined during the lift ride to your office by a group of people, in my case about 7 of them, fresh from their cigarette break and was in a chatty mood. It was the most nauseating 20 seconds I've ever experienced, worst than air pockets during flight.
Equally depressing is when you're unfortunately seated nearby a hyperactive kid, worst if behavior of kid is oblivious to the parents, in the cinema. I've experienced this so many times that I think I'm starting to develop some phobic towards the mere sight or sound of children in the cinema hall. No kidding.
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