Saga of weird experience

Another of those usual days in my life, well almost. After doing the normal stuff like meeting my clients, getting few passes for the semi-finals of KPL and distributing it among my colleagues, I decided to call it a day for two reasons. One being my damn foot, which hurt like crazy because of the fall I had at the fosters party, (i slipped thanks to the amount of water that was overflowing from the pool), and partly because I had to call and fix my date for the weekend. I was feeling little too snug in the pain i guess.

Anyways, after calling my boss and informing that I wouldnt be able to make it to the KPL, i was driving back home when I met the most weirdest guy, and it happened over an accident. I went and dinged his car at the rear. Am using the word ding because that was it, but as my bad luck would have it, his car's rear bumper came loose. Should call myself lucky as he was driving a decade old Maruti800. I told him I was sorry and was more than willing to be co-operative. So we both pulled over our respective cars, and the first thing i notice is the guy taking out his Digi-cam and take a snap of my car, then me and finally his car.

Who drives around in his car with a digi-cam anticipating to be bumped into by someone? "You bumped into the wrong guy," he said with a smirk that would put the coyote in road runner to shame. I just did not know what would hit him first, my knee or my fist.

I had to keep my calm as it was my mistake, after all I was driving at speed of over 10kmph at trinity circle at the thick of traffic, in Bangalore. Anyways,

"My name is Rahul, you can take down my details and let me know what I should do, " i said, hoping that he would leave me and carry on with his great life.

"No my friend, you have to settle it right here, right now."

"Sure, do you accept card? Cuz I do not have any money on me right now," thought he would laugh. Thought I could use humor to break the ice, but no use.

"So where do you work?" he asked.

"#%$, what abt you?"

"So you report to @#$%$!& huh?", now how did he know that? I was thinking. "I work with @#%", Fuck. I did not want that to happen, of all the people in Bangalore, I ram into the my enemy's car.

Now the smirk on his face grew bigger.

And it made sense i guess. BUt even I was not ready to give up. I gave him my business card, asked him to call me when he thinks he is ready to talk.

And guess what, he called me today judiciously...