And my faith in Vengeance is restored!

As you can probably deduce from the title, something happened today which made me believe that Nemesis (ctrl+F vengeance pls) does, in fact, exist. Remove all doubts now, O ye non-believers, lest she visits her vengeance upon thee.

I was on my way to college today to sit for my Intro to Human Communication final exam, which was slated at 3pm, and it was 2.26. I was already near Bali, and if you're familiar with the roads there, I need to cut into 3 lanes from the flyover in order to reach the left turning that would take me into the carpark of the Bali building. Right after I managed to inch my way into the final lane that would lead to the left turning, the car behind me leaned on the horn. Very long, very loud.

As some of you know, driving is not something I enjoy. In fact, there aren't many things I wouldn't do to weasel my way out of driving, but that's another story. The reason I don't like driving is because a)I meet a lot of idiots on the road, and b)driving brings out the worst in me. Hey, it's not my fault I don't suffer fools gladly.

Anyway, one of my pet peeves is sore losers who try their best to do everything in an attempt to erase the fact that they just 'lost' a 'competition' and let a car into their lane. For some reason, this always happens to me, and I have solid proof that it's because of the stupid red P sign stuck to my back windscreen. (FYI, I'm no longer on probation, I share a car with my bro.)

It's not that I'm very aggressive on the road. I just try not to let queue-jumpers into my lane and I always let people in when they have their indicators on. Sign of politeness and so on. Whenever people say 'thank you' by raising their hands, I feel warm and fuzzy inside, because there're still good, nice people out there. Outnumbered and outclassed in terms of self-importance, but still, out there.

To all the deadbeats out there who somehow feel that their manhood is challenged by a girl in a black Kembara adorned with a red P sign, please, try to appreciate that driving means getting from one place to another. It's not a battle of skills to the death. So I cut into your lane, big deal, you suffered a lapse of concentration, or maybe you were never that good at driving to begin with. Either way, GET OVER IT.

You wanna lean on your horn to show your displeasure, fine, go ahead. You wanna drive parallel to me and stare me down, hey, knock yourself out. I'm not gonna look at you anyway. You wanna wind down your window and be creative with Cantonese, sure, go ahead. You wanna swerve into my lane in an attempt to scare me, be my guest. Nerves of steel, that's me.

Now, that's enough exposition. Today, that car behind me, which shall be known as The Proton Saga, or alternatively, The Idiot, decided that leaning on the horn wasn't enough. Oh no, he decided to cut to the outer lane and drive parallel to my car, trying to do stare me down. Cars and people work the same way, you don't try to stare down someone taller than you are. For some reason, today I decided to reciprocate, and proceeded to counter-attack with my Evil Eye.

Here's the funny part. He was so busy staring at me that he slammed into the car in front of him. Gee, I hope it's nothing trivial, asshat.

Nemesis, I hereby sacrifice this cute little dog-like thingy to thy Greatness. May your grace be forever upon me.

I just remembered, I even had my left indicator on. Sheesh.