Rain...

It was raining for a few days now. He vehemently hated the rain, even worse he hated driving in it. It was all splishy splashy, roads all muddy and the air muggy. Yes, he really hated the rain. He waited in the restaurant for the rain to subside and started driving back home. All the water had made his shoes squeak against the clutch and brake pedals,  adding to his annoyance. The damn rain started again just as he entered the freeway. Visibility was low and he turned on the fog lights and reduced his speed a bit. He kept his eyes peeled to get an ounce of extra visibility. Thats when he spotted the black BMW in his  rear view mirror. The car was following him too close and just when he though it was going to hit him, the driver weaved out of the lane and did some lane acrobatics totally unwarranted on a perfect day- leave alone on a rainy day. His anger rose faster than the mercury on a hot day. Just as the car pulled past him, he saw that the other driver was very young- probably a teenager, hair brushed stiff, probably with the support of a few dozen ounces of gel. His irritation increased, he thought to himself, probably the kid wears his trousers low as is the vogue among a lot of the kids these days. No, he himself was not really old, just middle aged. But the thought of the trousers sitting low below the hip and the bottom end of the trousers all bunched up over the shoes, annoyed him more. What's the whole point of wearing a trouser if you can't cover your butt, he said aloud to nobody in particular.

He saw the BMW start to weave again, this time to take an exit. Whoa! he was going way too fast and he knew that particular exit; it had a very steep turn. "Slow down you A$$!($%#" he shouted and startled himself with the loudness and bitterness of his own voice. Was that thunder? No, he didn't see any lightning. He rubbernecked and preened towards the exit. The car was flattened against the side rails and smoke was coming out. He deserves that, he thought to himself. That was just plain stupid, he clarified to himself; "A BMW doesn't defy the laws of physics". He told himself that if the kid was seriously injured, that would make him learn. "Yeah, can't teach them logic, gotta let evolution weed out the idiots". 

He drove carefully into his garage, got out and as he tenderly carried his infant son out of the rear facing car seat, he couldn't help but think that in a couple of decades his  baby would be that other kid's age. He would probably drive his car way too fast too.  "I hope nothing serious happend to that boy", he abruptly told himself.

PS: This is a work of fiction. No such accident happened and 'He' is not the author or anybody that the author knows.

PPS: Yes, the style is a blatant ripoff from jikku.blogspot.com