Ambulance, fire truck, and a police escort have the priority to pass on the road. That I could live with.But a prisoner bus? I don't think so.
It happened to me couple of times. This monstruous vehicle zig-zagging its way through the heavy traffic, honking everything in front of it like a bowling ball striking all the pins down.
Who the hell is inside this thing? They're prisoners, for God's sake! They were all bad guys who get punished. They should suffer being on a traffic jam much worse than the rest of us. They should learn their lesson, not to have privileges to get to the prison faster than we go home. How come we have to get trapped when they got to go freely? Who's the prisoner really anyway?
Then comes this funeral parade. I don't know what was inside their mind, but they set tight schedule for the dead: meet several relatives, make up artist, dress stylist, and an interview session with the angels before they fly to heaven, or hell. They suddenly have the permit to go in a rush. They think the dead need a reference, so they stop the traffic and make it dead. After all, they don't want the dead to be called "The late Mr/Mrs Someone" for nothing.
When it's time to leave, then leave peacefully. That means leaving everything in peace.
2 comments:
hai pip...
kamu yang sodaranya Anggit itu kan?
yang ehm-ehmnya Fika itu kan (masih awetkah kalian bedua?)
salam kenal ya...
I don't know pip. Being kissed by a prisoners or the dead, is not exactly on top of my list *LOL*
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