You have double parked your auto on a rather busy section of Sardar Patel Road. The man in the car wants to make a right; instead he makes noises that stem from righteous indignation. Smug motherfucker. You yell back and call him random names as a reflex. He stops and smiles back. You take the abuse up a notch, walk up and dare him to step out. He does. And stands upright. The smile breaking into laughter is designed to insult; you know that. You dare him further to hit you. He gives it thought.
Yesterday reeks in the rum of your breadth. He must have smelt it too.
You were talking to the crowd. He was still contemplating the dare. He shows shame. That should teach him.
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