This post is sequel to my previous entry about my near death experience.
After posting up that entry, so many of you guys commented. All saying that we should make a police report.
One important thing that I almost oversaw was what some of you brought up... that if we don't report the bitch, she might hurt someone else in future.
So on Saturday afternoon, Samantha and I headed to the police station to file a police report.
We walked into the quiet Subang Jaya police station and asked the friendly policeman at counter what to do to make a police report.
He directed us to a booth where Samantha was supposed to write an essay on what happened.
At first, Samantha shot a very worried look at me.... thinking that she was going to have to write and describe everything in BM (she can't speak BM to save her life, let alone WRITE).
But on the front of the booth pasted was an English sample of the report... meaning... she could write about it in English...
She was overjoyed.
She sat down and wrote away furiously.Samantha said that the policeman who filed the report joked with her on a few occasions.
First, he asked her if the guy she walked in with (ME) was her boyfriend.
She said "Nooooo!!!" (Yes... apparently I'm not good enough for Samantha).
Then he said
"Are you sure? I think maybe the lady driver who tried to run you down must have been in love with your guy friend and got jealous when she saw you walking with him so she tried to run you both down... I've seen many cases like that."
After filing her report, Samantha walked back into the waiting room and asked me if I had a crazy girl fan who would do such a thing.
I mean... I'm right right?
None of you would do such a thing right?
Well anyway, I don't know if they would catch the bitch and even if they do, I don't know what consequences she will face.
The cops are probably so busy trying to solve other more important murder, robbery or rape cases, I'm not sure if they could spare the time.
But in the event that they do, I look forward to the day when they'll bring the bitch back in one of these cars.
And have her handcuffed and bitchslapped over and over again.
Then maybe if I'm lucky, they might give me a chance to try run her down with my car.
You know, put her in an empty car park or something with me in my car.
And then tell her
"Okay lady... your job is to last 60 seconds in here without Tim knocking you down with his car".
I mean, if I get a chance like that... I'll call it even.
(Anyone wanna lend me a 4WD or a tank? Anybody?? anyone?? nobody??? awww...)