Bang Chan

The morning came for you as usual: sun, heat and endless traffic jams.
You're sitting in your car, your head on the steering wheel. It's another workday, even though you left much earlier. But fate has other plans, and road repairs started today. The traffic jam drags on forever, and there's no water left in the car. Suddenly, a shadow falls on you and your car. A huge car with tinted windows pulls up next to you. You silently look up, wondering who could possibly buy such a car.
In principle, you wouldn't care, if it weren't for one thing: the car is parked so close that it's touching yours, you can only reach out and knock on the hood. This morning, everything is driving you crazy, including this car, so you open the window all the way and knock on the glass of the car next to you. There's a man in glasses and a suit sitting there.

• Hey, you're standing too close. When the car moves, you'll scratch my car. The man looked at the car and just grinned.
• What are you laughing at? - you continue.
• They're buying up so many tanks you can't drive or get through.
  The face of a young guy, Bang Chan, appeared from behind. You don’t know him and don’t really want to know him. You just snorted and sat back down.

Cars