Damn!

I can't help it.

I was driving my family to Megamall, but I'm running low on gas. So I made my way to a gasoline station. After getting gas, I slowly crept out of the station. This is a street with an island in the middle. We're on one side of the island so I came on a full stop, was looking at the incoming cars on my left, so we can safely merge with the traffic flowing towards my right.

Then...BAM!

A man with a bicycle slammed on the front of my car and I wasn't even moving. How lucky can I get? What's more, he's blaming me for damaging his bike. The nerve!!! I didn't think I could get more exasperated with the whole situation, but then, my mom chose to yell at me for not looking at said bike and not moving my car. Great. Like even if I saw the man coming (which I didn't because he's on a counter-flow!) I can move my car backward or forward it'll keep him from slamming onto us. He didn't stop. He was biking on a counter-flow traffic and he's not looking where he's going. I was at the side of the road, the car on a full stop and my mother and the man were blaming me!

How unfair! I was crying foul and my mom keeps heaping blame on me. I should have looked both ways, because people here are stupid and so undisciplined you cannot expect them to act rationally. I should be more alert, even if the car is on full stop. Shit! I've never felt so angry at the unfairness of it all. The most galling thing is that he's not even hurt and he said I need to pay to fix his bike. Gah!!!

And this is just a little thing. But it frustrates me to no end.

Not to mention that Mad Max now has two dimples on his right side and several cat-like scratches. Grrr!!!

On the other hand, it could be worse. He could've called several men to gang up on us and make us pay more just to avoid confrontation. (And he's already calling gasoline boys, truck drivers and others and trying to get sympathy...the jerk! He's just out for some easy money! Swine!) And Mad Max could have sustained major injuries that cannot be fixed by a detailer.

For that brief moment of sheer frustrated anger, my dark side told me how much I will enjoy punching the daylights out of that man. It must have been how Anakin felt. It must have been great to just wave your hand and there'll be an invisible hand to squeeze the neck of an irritating man that dares to ruin your sun shiny day. Fortunately (or unfortunately), it was only a brief moment and I know it's wrong to think of enjoying yourself hurting another person who caused your anger, no matter how natural that sounds.

And I don't have Force powers.

If I do, any scratch on Mad Max and there'll be necks on the line.

Huuuuhh...Haaaahhh....(that is Darth Vader breathing)

*I'm still on Star Wars mood...don't get me going.