omg! I lived to tell the tale!

Thank you god, my lucky stars, or who or whatever for getting me through this horrendous experience. What was supposed to be a quiet afternoon with a couple of friends turned out to be a nightmare for two of us. One got sick in the middle and had to drop her all the way in Rathmalana, and I was driven back by the other friend back to my place. And I swear I haven't been so agitated ever in my life about someone’s driving (hmm maybe other than the driver who was fired coz of his constant pointless headlight flashing and horning, giving all passengers an equal headache). So this friend, he is a nice person, mostly at the butt end of our jokes half the time. But as a driver, he's a moron!!! (btw is buddy-bashing accepted in the blogsphere?)

Now...
Imagine the joy of squeezing through two huge-assed buses both wavering on to you. I was clutching on to my dear ol' pumping heart! Then let’s not forget, racing with a whacko bus driver who in the end got stopped by police. Okay I know guys have ego issues about their driving skills, but cmon who tries an ego-boost with the whacko bakalan-bus-drivers of Sri Lanka!!! I was glad the bus got stopped coz I swear I saw the murderous gleam in the bus-drivers eyes, at the prospects of his new found pray. He was swerving left and right, and the moron to my right was right abreast swerving alongside. Phew so the bus got stopped. Then came the horning! Imagine nonstop horning in the middle of very slow traffic for no goddamn reason, and sprinkle that with some swearing here and there. I swear, I don’t know how idiots like this don’t see the utter stupidity in their actions. I had to repeat constantly, “Enough with the horn! Can’t u see the bloody traffic!” I tried my patience in the beginning, given that of course he was kind enough to drive me back home, quite a distance, while he had to attend some other function later as well. But I wasn’t in for a ride to hell, direct from Galle Road. So, it went on and on, until I almost had it when he squeezed through a zebra crossing while there were people on both side of the road just stepping on to cross. I was flabbergasted. Told him to stop, and let me get down and I’ll get home somehow (even though I was penniless at that moment). Then he was like okay okay I am sorry, I’ll drive carefully. So he was slow and careful for awhile, and then came a checkpoint. This has happened once before with this same guy, and after that I have always made sure to keep an eye out for all checkpoints if I ever hitch a ride with him. This idiot, almost.. almost passed a checkpoint without stopping when you could clearly see the police dude stopping us. I was saying stop, thrice! Thank god he wasn’t driving as fast as before, or my mom would have had to collect her daughter’s bullet-ridden body from the mortuary tonight.


Finally we reach my place; I remove the seatbelt with a sigh of relief, and thank him for the ride from hell. He laughs a slight nervous laugh, and I think he is a hurry to get back, so I just let him go, WITHOUT the good bashing I was intending. But then again, I don’t think people like this ever change, coz me and my friends have given him lectures on his reckless driving before. Several times. I just don’t get it, how people like this survive on the road. Every time we go with him, it seems to me if none of us were in the vehicle he wouldn’t have stopped at that checkpoint or this redlight. How do they drive on their own? With him it’s hard to even call it anger coz generally he has a cool temper. Maybe road rage is another whole different story. Bloodyhell, the amazing factor is he has never gotten into trouble with the cops or with any accident in the past 3 years I have known him.

So, any ideas of how to deal with road-morons like this? Especially when it’s a generally very helpful nice moron?

ps – Great. I check my utorrent, and guess the latest movie that just finished downloading? Just what I needed after my deathly ride.. Why couldn’t it have been “Taken”. Why oh why?!