Driving Off The Wall

Today was considered such an eventful day. Probably the first I've seen in a long time, until now.

Whilst waiting in another Toronto suburb for a friend to use the bank's Automated Teller Machine, a nearby near car space right beside from where I was sitting, and waiting, impatiently, was being occupied.

The man, with one hand on the wheel and a cell phone on the other, knocked in the driver's window of the car I was sitting in. He immediately opened the car door, and demanded that I somehow move my car so he can stick is big ferocious SUV into the space beside us, only fit for a mini or smart car.

"I can't. It's not my car!" I exclaimed in that brutal dialect of Cantonese, and after some insistance he buggered off, seriously clipping the car on his right side. That driver didn't even notice it had been scratched!

I knew from the brief metal... bang.

The humourous end to this story was a lot about ignorance. The driver of that scratched car, after she came back from the plaza, just drove off, suspecting nothing.

Tip for you kiddies looking towards a drivers' license: Don't. Take transit. It's less damaging!