Atlas.

Many kids or teenagers have said that their moms are the best mom there ever existed.

I digress.

We were driving in the traffic jam-ridden streets of Indonesia (you've never seen a real traffic jam when you've never been to Indonesia) when my mom told me a story that happened long before.

It happened in Indonesia, when she was young. She rode a motorcycle back then, helmet and all.

The red light turned on, forcing her to stop right next to a van. Mind you, we barely have those white lines on the road, so everything is like tetris; everything with an engine (transportation/cyborgs) and/or an ability to move (transportation/humans/cyborgs) are cramped together.

Suddenly, the van's window rolled down, and the driver, since the wheel is in opposite side, squeezed her boob. Hard.

<at this point of the story-telling, I guffawed so hard I slammed my head on the car's headboard>

The green light went, and my mom chased after the van. She used her helmet to slam the mirror far 'til it shined like a star and the window until it rolled down. That dealt with, she pushed herself in and whacked the driver with her helmet until he screamed 'You can stop now!'

Obviously she didn't.





Now what did you say about your mom being the best?