In search of the perfect site
'It's posible to make a perfect site?, I see the three pillars, design, tech, and content.'
idiot.

'Come whenever you want'
Said my boss to me, in an ironic tone. He was mad. Another time that I'm late. This time was 13:40. Tension and hate.

Infernal Bus
I'm quietly comtemplating the beauty of the landscape, in peace. Suddenly, an explosion on the back section of the bus, and then a horde is coming to the front screaming, the fear take control and makes them a clumsy compact mass.
There is a smoke cloud, the face of satan -a sign of fire maybe- and the promise of death. For a few seconds, I keep quiet, because I now. This was our trip to the hell, the day has come.
The woman next to me raises and try to calm down the mass, but they are blind and deaf, she wants to live too. No one is going to resign...
Bus slows down, the driver opens the door, and people jumps for their life. After the bus is empty, I go to see what happened back there, the first thing I saw was a piece of bus on the road O_o ... and further examination shows the secondary tire broken, the flying piece of tire destroyed the bus and raised a dust cloud looking like smoke.
If somebody had been there (sit) he will be injured or died. Sometimes I sit there. Good Luck.