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Random Observations - Part 11

Once again, this edition of random observations will have a theme.

RO #1

If parents give enough attention to their kids, we wouldn't have these assholes who drive loud vehicles and honk incessantly. This is just a variant of attention seeking behaviour, is it not?

RO #2

I can understand when people who have freshly migrated to the city from a rural background find it difficult to cross the densely populated roads, but its those people who have been living in the city for a considerable time (and have legs, eyes and are not too old) and yet can't cross the road properly that get on my nerves.

RO #3

People who are driving on the wrong side of the road and have the balls to honk at you. I would nominate suicide bombers to be used to collide with these idiots so we hit two birds in one stone.

RO #4

I just hate those rick pricks who buy 'sports' and 'luxury' cars and go at 20 kmph because they are scared they might hit a bump or scratch the precious piece of shite. If you want to be so careful, don't drive it at all.

RO #5

The disregard for traffic rules is now so rampant that the person who stops at a red light is now considered to be the asshole.



P.S If you're interested to see the other parts of the ROs, here's the link http://amritkosaraju.blogspot.in/p/random-observations.html

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