my driving instructor is this short, round little man named mr loh who talks in a slightly effeminate manner.

he's very insistent that you do whatever he says to the letter. the moment you deviate the slightest bit from his instructions, he'll sort of swell up and go into a spastic rage and accuse you of not trusting him. this dumpy little man, screaming "fucking...cheebye...i am a tasty pastry..." and spraying saliva on my arm.

why do i always get the nutjobs?

i mean, shit, it isn't my fault if i can't stop before some stupid white line! its my first goddamn time driving!
i've since been downgraded to his second best student out of the five of us.

its vaguely insulting being screamed at by this guy, who most closely resembles a dumpling.
kinda like being attacked by a rabid bak chang.