Last night, I got into a heated argument with someone who neither gets heated nor argues. What was it about, you ask? (Even if you didn’t, I’m going to tell you, so you might as well).
Even as the sun beat down mercilessly, the Outer Ring Road choked; the silently poisonous fumes slid quietly out of scalding hot exhaust pipes, unseen by the irreverent, impervious riders and drivers scrambling against time and gridlocked vehicles.