Once I was home in the afternoon, with my months-old baby finally napping after god knows how long nursing her (very difficult to fall asleep between chronic stomach ache attacks, choppy nights, really miserable at that time).
I hear a motorbike in the street, revving up the engine. I step outside, go to the (young) guy and tell him that my baby is trying to nap. The fucker says nothing, looks me in the eye and takes off at maximum speed/noise.
Not that I really wished it at the moment, but statistically, the bastard is dead by now.
Or maybe he has kids of his own and he’s doing good, being nice to people - who knows?
Once I was home in the afternoon, with my months-old baby finally napping after god knows how long nursing her (very difficult to fall asleep between chronic stomach ache attacks, choppy nights, really miserable at that time).
I hear a motorbike in the street, revving up the engine. I step outside, go to the (young) guy and tell him that my baby is trying to nap. The fucker says nothing, looks me in the eye and takes off at maximum speed/noise.
Not that I really wished it at the moment, but statistically, the bastard is dead by now. Or maybe he has kids of his own and he’s doing good, being nice to people - who knows?