Drat You, Vile Harridan

I saw a butch today while going down the MRT escalator.

She? was talking with a normal looking friend. Both of them were wearing Burger King uniforms. It? had spiked short-cut hair, multiple ear piercings, uhh no chest and generally a guy-ish appearance except that She? was rather too short to be a male and didn't have male facial features. Also, there was a thin strip at the back of It?'s shirt that could be a VBL or something (I'm no pervert kay. I happened to be standing directly behind them on the escalator.)

I got a phone call from my mum that my she and dad had been involved in a very minor fender-bender accident on the way back from his checkup that got the old Toyota dented, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the lady in the other car had been rushing to send her daughter to tuition or something and illegally cut into a lane and then demanded compensation in a very aggro manner. Long story, but she called up her nephew and two of his friends and my mum got worried and called my dad's friend to help negotiate and HE knew one of the nephew's friends and they negotiated until they decided to let the matter go after pacifying that foul female.

Calling up henchmen to attempt to intimidate an ancient old man is nothing to be proud of, and more so when he wasn't in the wrong, and I'm not very sorry to say that I would have liked a convenient bolt of lightning striking when I heard about it.