Freaking Driver.

So I was going home today. From a nice day out with friends, and a really nice ending to the night that lifted my mood more than any of this week. I was walking home from the station. Minding my own business. Listening to my songs, while mouthing the lyrics silently to myself. I was about to take the staircase, I took a quick glance and saw my dad's car. Alright cool, fine. Then I realized, there was a friggin' taxi parked disturbingly close to it.

My first thought was that, "Okay, so maybe there's a guy waiting" because that spot is usually taken by people who are temporarily pausing their vehicles to await someone. But, the driver isn't present in that taxi. Shit. My dad is so going to be pissed off if he sees this.

I mean c'mon look at this:

my dad's car is the black (almost invisible one)

Take a look at that, and tell me that taxi isn't disturbingly close to my dad's car. It's parked at a very dangerous angle, and it totally blocked my dad's car from exiting the spot. What an ignorant bastard.

For all I know, he could have made contact with my dad's car and scratch it. But that's the least of my concerns. Thing is, my dad is taking the nigh shift for his job and he's supposed to leave in about an hour later (yes I did came home late, sue me). I can't imagine the rage he would go into when he finds his car in this position and he has to get to work on time.

He would have probably roared his lungs out in the empty parking lot and hunt down the bastard, and strangle him with his own bare hands.

It's scary to see how ignorant and inconsiderate people can be. Can't you leave your vehicle elsewhere and not block others? Didn't it ever occurred to you that perhaps the driver of that vehicle you're blocking might need to use it soon? I mean c'mon, I know the parking lot is full and all, but find somewhere else that won't hamper with anyone's personal space.



Fortunately, the taxi driver drove off in the nick of time, just when my dad was leaving home. I did alert my dad about the situation though. He wasn't too pleased to hear about it either.

Either way, I managed to take down the plate number of the taxi - SHB5334Z.
In the event that perhaps there are scratches or damages on my dad's car, I haz evidence to whom the culprit is.

Courtesy people. I thought Singapore is supposed to be filled with it. Apparently not.