I hate people who hit and run. Those lowlife, spineless buggers who bang into your car, break your headlight, and disappear into the traffic.entertainment Updated: Apr 10, 2010 01:38 IST
I hate people who hit and run. Those lowlife, spineless buggers who bang into your car, break your headlight, and disappear into the traffic. I hate you Mr DL 3C XXXX motorcyclist with a white helmet. You owe me damages, but even more importantly, you owe me an apology.
Inching along with the traffic at the AIIMS flyover, on a shopping (and exhausting) expedition with my mom, I heard that sound every driver dreads — tires on bumper, glass on metal and a shatter. Some lunatic had managed to break my car’s taillights at the speed of 0 to 10kmphs per hour.
Before I could get the seat belt off, the man was zipping through cars, no doubt breaking others’ taillights, in an effort to evade consequences. And, he didn’t look the least bit apologetic.
How does he live with himself? How does any hit-and-runner? Haven’t they seen I Know What You Did Last Summer? Don’t they know what happens to the likes of them? Masked-men run after them with knives while a serial killer stalks their shower. Okay, that’s only in Hollywood. However, it gladdens my heart to report that in China, even in case of the slightest damage to property, a hit and run driver can serve up to three years in jail. I wonder what the Delhi courts thinks is appropriate. What say we find out, Mr DL 3C?