I Hate Dingbats

Have any of you ever experienced a day where every single darn thing that happened just goes wrong? Well I did, and damn, I shouldn’t have woken up today!

Today is Anzac day, which is Australia's most important national occasion. It marks the anniversary of the first major military action fought by the Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War. ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. The soldiers in those forces quickly became known as ANZACs, and the pride they soon took in that name endures to this day, that is why it is a public holiday for us, in memory of the ANZACs.

I woke up this afternoon feeling really good knowing the fact that my weekend had been extended till today. My cousin, Fiona, rang to ask my hunny and I out for lunch at Market Square. I happily agreed thinking to myself how wonderful it is, not needing to go for lectures and tutes, and for once, I was feeling joyful on a Monday!

I got ready and left for my destination and then guess what? Just as I got out of my car after parking outside 7-Eleven, I turned around and saw this green four-wheeled drive crashing into the back of my car! And get this, if I hadn’t shouted at that blind dingbat, he looked as if wouldn’t have stopped reversing into my car!

I was flabbergasted after I realised what was happening, because the situation looks as if that dim-witted driver who rammed into my car thought that the parking space was still empty and wanted to reverse in to park, not knowing that I had long parked into that spot and hello! I’ve already gotten out of my car and was walking towards the restaurant before he kissed my ass! I mean, my car’s ass! Hypothetically, that dingbat and I may have seen the empty parking spot at the same time, and I probably reacted alot faster than he did, but man, I even got out of the car already, doesn’t that make him excessively superduperultramega-ly slow? -_-

The driver came out of the car slowly, and I took a long and good look at him! He was fairly old, perhaps in his late forties. Fine, forgive the elderly, but wait… he didn’t even look apologetic at all! In fact, he looked extremely cranky and bitter! Fortunately for him, the dent he made popped out as he backed out of my car, so it looked as if there were only a few major scratches and the dent looked really "shallow”. How can I ask him to pay? I told that dingbat it was okay, that he needn’t worry about it and guess again! He didn’t even apologise or say anything and returned to his car! During the whole incident, he didn’t even say a word, only wearing that bitter look, while dusting and looking at the back of his car instead of looking at mine! Grrr… I was extremely annoyed by his behaviour. Damn he really got to me. His silence… phbtt, so powerful!

Wait that isn’t all. That night, when I returned home, I realised that I left my keys in the house! Oh wow, locked out of my own house!

What’s next huh?

I think I should retire to bed and hope for a better tomorrow :(