I cannot believe it happened again.
About the cross the road,
I lead the way, and the fucking driver began inching forward as she and our daughter crossed.
Now first of all, fuck that driver.
I wish I could've dragged him out of that car.
A few possibilities ran through my head,
Yea fine, FINE...
the ideal (but not satisfying outcome) was indeed to just let it go.
What the fuck was I gonna do at the time?
Kick his car?
That's probably a criminal charge.
Tell him to go fuck himself?
Might be a criminal charge (yes, in motherfucking Singapore,
where the rules are such that the peasants can't even curse at each other directly...
which can result in fucking assholes getting their way).
Although, telling him to fuck off... is probably a grey area.
Actually dragging that motherfucking cunt out of his car?
Definitely a charge.
And each one would have resulted in a likely permanent, horrible memory for my daughter.
So I couldn't do much.
Probably should've told him to fuck off, though.
And if he'd got out of the car to fight?
Well, I could just walk away laughing.
What the fuck was he gonna do?
But.
That's what happened.
There are asshole drivers.
What really kills me is that it's the second time that she...
for some insane, inexplicable, unexplainable reason...
continued to walk slowly with my daughter,
even as the car inched forward.
WHY.
She's done this so many goddamn times.
Sometimes I'm rushing across the road due to a possible risk,
and I'd see her just casually strolling.
Not only does it make me look like an overeager jackass who left his wife behind...
but what IF something did happen.
WHY, GODDAMMIT.
And it's one thing to do it alone.
But with our daughter?
I've accepted that from now on if we're together and crossing the road,
I'll have to stop mid-way to ensure they get across first.
This way I'll be able to hurry her up.
When a car moves forward,
be prepared to run.
Doesn't fucking matter if you have the right of way,
and especially not with our daughter in tow.
I want to say I would've done the same thing,
but realistically,
like a goddamn idiot,
I probably would've stopped and stared at the driver.
So this was a lesson for me, too.
However, it doesn't excuse her dragging her feet whenever she crosses the road.
I do not get it.
She gets impatient over other shit.
But cross the road?
Where there's the possibility that she could get hit by a multi-ton vehicle?
EH, LET'S SLOW DOWN AND SMELL THE ROSES
And she wants to visit RUSSIA??
WHAT THE FUCK.
She herself has expressed concern over the driving there.
You know what I'm most concerned about?
Her happily skipping in slow motion across a busy intersection in Volgograd in slow motion,
whilst it's being criss-crossed by drunk drivers on New Year's Eve.
Fucking hell.
Gonna have to talk to her about this.
She won't be happy about it.
At all.
Fuck.
Well enough of that.
