I hope his hands fall off

Its amazing how every piece of damage that has happened to my car, was never caused by my carelessness or reckless behaviour. Yet it seems to happen in a steady stream.

Here is the latest.

Some f*cker, decided he would drag his keys to make a 15cm long scratch on my bonnet, because I accidently parked at his parking space at a friends condo. Nevermind that there was no sign boards indicating that it was a resident parking spot, neither was there signboards directing towards the vistors parking. Adding salt to the wound, there were guards present as I was parking who not so much as let out a peep when I was pulling into that parking space. If i knew that lot was reserved, I wouldn't be so stupid as to willingly risk something happening to my car.

No matter how frustrated the owner was for having his car park taken, nothing warrants deliberate vandalism to my car. He could have left me a nasty note, he could have checked for my details with the guard house, heck..he complained and got my car clamped and I had to pay a fine, why in f*cking hell did he have to scratch my car.

My blood is boiling like it hasn't for a very long time. I would never condone the act of scratching someone's car before this, regardless of what the reason was. But if one was to ask me what i'm feeling after having my car ruined, I don't hesistate to say at the top of my list would be to find the assh*le who scratched my car, and to do the very same thing to him.

My friend is right, Malaysian drivers really do make people evil.