I was walking up the street, happily singing along to the music in my ears. It was a balmy day, no rain, not too hot. I was on the way to meet some friends and share some laughs. Then something caught my eye and I started to run. Could it be that a truck could have such bad exhaust. People stopped in their paths as the smoke overwhelmed them. They tried to escape, but halted once they realized the futility of it all. It was fumigation time.
Being slightly ahead of the truck as it came hissing around a corner, I abandoned my singing and started to run. The truck was gaining on me, it’s noxious fumes leaving the stranded ajummas coughing and spluttering. But I wasn’t going to go down the same road as those poor old ladies. I ducked down a side street out of the way as the gas truck passed. Not wanting to let this horror story go untold, I snapped a quick shot and hurried away.
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