bruised knuckle and all

Nearly got run over by a hurtling heap of rusted metal yesterday morning coming home from work. Almost went on full war-freak mode but I guess my war-freak co-workers haven't influenced me that much since I was able to stop myself...well after the first instinctive outburst of colorful language and two hard bangs on the said jeep's side.

And where did this incident happen? Of all places in front of sm fairview inside the loading bay. What is a rampaging jeep doing in a loading bay? Search me, I don't know where the bastard driver got his brains. I just assume that since the middle lane was free, he thought he could just speed his way through with a lone pedestrian/passenger crossing to get to the jeep on the third lane.

The sick driver even had the audacity to call me luka-luka, that nearly set me off on war-freak mode but caught myself since I've already made enough commotion without me getting off the third-lane-jeep to beat the hell out of the stupid driver. Only stupid people do stupid things.