Tis The Season For..

I was driving to work today, when I spotted two cars in front of me swerving wildly. A Myvi was trying to overtake a Viva from the left, trying to inch slowly past the guy. Now, usually, that's a really 'biasa' sight. And other drivers usually mutter "Dat fucker.." under their breath when the hustler passes by.

But the Viva (or, the driver of the Viva) apparently had a really bad temper too, and started blocking the Myvi's path in erratic little swerves and jerks, refusing to let the Myvi pass. It was so obvious the Viva was doing it on purpose.

As they went down the road, with me maintaining a cautious viewing distance, the Myvi finally managed to pull up side by side with the Viva and the driver wound down his window and started shouting and waving wildly at the driver of the Viva.

The Viva sped off, and the Myvi kept chasing at his heels. I really wonder if the driver of the Myvi really was supposed to go on that road or if he just wanted to hunt the Viva down.

Temper temper. It ain't the season for giving.

But I'm guilty of raging rants too.

Case in point - yesterday. I rushed home madly from work to expect a delivery of the godawfully expensive mattress I bought from Macy's. At 6pm the delivery guy calls me and says he is stuck outside as the guards informed him that no deliveries are allowed after 530pm.

The requisite female pleading ("just please let him in, how am i supposed to carry such a heavy mattress alone?") failed, apparently those fucking Myanmarese guards don't have eyes nor dicks. So I stormed down in a blistering rage to the guardhouse to give them a piece of my mind, which included me saying -

"So you're saying if I load the mattress in my own car, I can bring it in?"

"Yes."

"Ok, so I own this fucking lorry, I am going to drive it in now."

"No no you can't." (which apparently is the limit of their vocabulary)

"But WHY? This lorry is mine, this mattress is mine, I have the pass card! The rules here state that no external deliveries only!"

"No no, ini bukan saya punya masalah, ini you punya masalah."

To which I got even more infuriated and proceeded to lose my temper even more drastically.

I am not racist. But I discriminate against stupid people. Sorry la, if the majority of stupid people work as security guards.

The only way I could discernibly console myself was that at least I make 5 times more than them and there is a reason why I can afford to live alone in the 4-bedroom apartment while they work in security for the place I'm living in.

My children will be wearing Guess Kids while they have to scrimp to buy just one new outfit for their ten kids for Chinese New Year or whatever celebrations Myanmarese guards celebrate. They also get to throw their ego around in such a small pathetic universe called "Security Guard in Condo", but be my guest, because I'll be doing something far better.

And no, I didn't want to save that breath to cool my porridge.

But that's the end of the rant, I can go celebrate Christmas without thoughts of hatred and voodoo dolls now.

Amen.
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"Dear, I officially tell you now, I changed my mind about staying in condos. I want to stay in a landed property next time. Preferably a bungalow. No neighbours."

He chortles because we've been locking horns over this whole condo versus landed property issue for ages. He's been a bungalow/terrace house boy, while I've lived in condos for most of my life.

Well, at least something good came out of this. We resolved one more longstanding issue that was blocking me from entertaining ideas of living together eventually.

*grin*