Frail is very often associated with old people. But with a little bit of luck, one can experience an exception to this rule.
The entrance to my mum’s house was completely blocked by cars that double parked. Even along both sides of the road were lined with cars. I then realized that there was a wedding party in my neighbour’s house. That explained the cause of the congestion. On normal days, I would be annoyed but in view of the special occasion, one tend to accommodate such inconsiderations.
Anyway, it was going to be a quick pit stop to pick up some bills so I dropped my husband to get into the house first while I look for a place to park for a while. Few houses away, on the opposite side I noticed a house with the driveway filled with fixtures and the main door closed. Appeared to me the occupants had gone away for holidays so I decided to park there and hurried off to my mum’s house.
My neighbour was very apologetic and offered to move his cars but I told him not to bother as it was just a quick stop. Probably that conversation with him plus our answer to nature’s call have kept us a wee bit longer than we anticipated. We were locking up the house when we heard someone shouting and cursing outside.
We ran outside and saw an old man standing beside my car, shouting and cursing at the selfish and inconsiderate fella who blocked the entry to his house. I dashed over, apologizing profusely for causing him the inconvenience and would immediately move the car. However, he not only refused to acknowledge my apologies but instead continued yelling and barking at me with accusations, wanting to create a scene as if I’d committed the most hideous crime of the century! Of course, with the wedding party across, there was no lack of spectators watching the scene (which was what he wanted). On my part, I had sincerely admitted my mistake and offered my thousand apologies but if he refused to accept, so be it.
However, even in my haste to drive my car away, I was lucky to notice a wooden structure with nails under my car, just infront of the rear tyre on the driver’s side. I carefully dragged it out and laid it against the tree. Ignoring his unreasonable ruckus and with a straight face, I quickly drove off.
When I returned to pick up my husband, I noticed that the wooden structure with nails was inside that old man’s house. It then dawned on me that he was the one who put it under my car. Had I driven off unknowingly, it would have scratched my undercarriage and punctured my tyre as well. Gosh, such a mean old man, really a miserable old fart! I thought that he was mad because he couldn’t park his car in, but there was no car in his driveway nor infront of his entrance! Besides the driveway was full of junks and broken furniture there was just no space for any car. That was definitely one OLD yet most FIERY plus MEAN NASTY MALICIOUS OLD fart that I’ve ever met.
In retrospect I admit it was not right of me to park in front of his entrance but that was no justification for him to resort to such vicious behaviour.