No. Not THX 138.
Yes. TYM 534.
This is the new definition of instant karma and an advanced merry christmas to all those good, decent folks on the road.
For the lord almighty being in the festive mood this evening decided to dip his godly finger through the polluted skies of Manila traffic and show me his new commandment: Thou shalt not drive like an anal homicidal maniac.
The dude from the sky allowed taxi driver TYM 534 to crash into another taxi due to the common case of Schumacher Disorder. Symptoms include:
1. in desperate need for a toilet.
2. Can't-drive-for-shit-but-I'm-in-denial attitude, which is caused by a complex combination of stupidity, ignorance, lack of sleep, Hungerus forpesesos and way too much cobra.
3. damage in that part of brain that tells the body they actually can't come back to life after they, you know, die (sorry guys).
4. Absence of hand on wheel/gear due to compulsive head scratching.
There is only one treatment. Karma comes in different colorful flavors:
a. god's finger fudge
b. double mint dark chocolate. OF DEATH (taken once only)
c. lemon flavored lolli-oops!
Anyway, whatever. I got to witness a car crash between two taxis, in which one them bullied me only seconds before in order to overtake me on a one lane road.
Seeing TYM crash into one of his own is probably one of the best things to ever happen to me in my 6 years of driving.
If cowbell ain't the cure then it's TnT: taxi on taxi, baby.
Merry christmas, punk.
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