on my way...

i was in angkot on my way to office. suddenly a man beside me received a call by his cellphone. he seemed to be a vegetable farmer, because he brought a sack of cabbages with him. he used a hands free and start to talk loudly untill can be heard from papua.
within a minute he talk, i can assume that he is a succesfull vegetable farmer. he can harvest twice in a month and sold it out to market. i also can assume that he had no idea that my ears start to bleed (lebhay) because he talked sooooo loud right next to my ears and i just want to seek a truck of tomatoes to throw at him!
my face looked so hostile like i want to eat him alive and i feel so irritated, because he was so conceited,and i really don't like any bragged talk in my whole life.
and then suddenly he said something reaaaallyy annoyed me
man with cabbage : 'muhun..lamun abdi mah ayeuna gaduh oge eta ladang anu eusina BURKOL.. enya.. loba pisan tah aralus ' (yes..i also have a burkol field now..there are so many of them in a good quality)
'heh?? burkolll? when on earth broccoli have a nickname burkol? maybe that man and broccoli is a playgroup friend so they start to had a sweetnamed each other'
and oh he mentioned burkol like a gazillion times and it made me so itchy that i want to told him 'sir,sir, it's brokoli anyway, not burkol..burkol is abbreviation for bubur kolor'
all my 20minutes journey in angkot is felt like i sat on a nailbed (next lebhay). i don't know, am i OCD?? cause i'll feel so irritated with something that didn't seemed right, and i just want to make it right but i think i don't have right to interfere. it is not really important anyway.
at last..my angkot arrive in my destination. when i stepped out of angkot, i heard he said :
'enya..sok rek naon deui?abdi mah sadayana ge aya.. tah nu anyar deui aya.. cabe FAFRIKA'
oh God bless sundanese people!