Crossing

I initially reckoned that the fact that I was scheduled to present assignment 2 on week 6 was a blessing indeed. How much more I could have done with that extra week! However, that simply meant I would have to report to school at 9am on the Wednesday after the Chinese New Year week though Wednesday, with classes beginning only at 2:30pm, is usually my dedicated 'sleep in' day. Nothing much to gripe about though, since Dad, having taken a look at the bulky accesory package of tripod stand and camera declared 'you NEED a lift' and offered to give me one.



The journey to school was largely uneventful apart from Dad's occasional one-liners. I eventually lapsed into a similar silence too, and started to car-watch, noticing a really rundown boneshaker throttling along with an old man behind the wheel, a permed red pouffant hair aunty in her mercedes benz, till the traffic came to a major and sudden stop.



I was all ready to dismiss it with 'must have been some drunkard driving home after last minute CNY binging' or 'bet someone did not get a good night sleep after all that festivitity' till the offending cause of the multi-car slowdown came walking towards our car.

I could not believe how the offender, despite having made tons of cars and trucks and several heavy vehicles slam their brakes, could continute to stroll across all 3 lanes, ignorant of the resounding symphony of car horns and flashing brake lights. It took a whole of 5 minutes for the offender to get across to the Chevron marking before Dad could resume normal speed and continued the drive to school.

Maybe it was the shock of seeing how the offender did not match my initial profile image, but I did not manage to whisk out my camera phone in time to snap a picture. Either way, I really should have, because there was something very visually intriguing about him/her (preciesely! the gender was unclear). Nevermind, I managed to procure a picture of the internet which bore a remarkable resemblance to the offender.

And here it is:

It was a dog......