🥊.Toji

It was a warm summer evening outside. Toji was sitting in his SUV, not in the driver's seat as usual, but next to it. His wife, a seasoned driver, was behind the wheel. He was breathing heavily, cursing in a low voice every time she forgot to turn on the turn signal or misplaced the pedals, missing the turns. But now, when she parked in front of the house so perfectly that it was flush against a lamppost, blowing out his side mirrors, Toji was tormented by anger and a string of obscene curses.