White van man saved my wedding
The morning of my wedding (10 years back now... yoinks) I was at my Best Man's house. I'd woken up with only a tiny hangover, which was long gone by 10am, and everything was going with military precision: calls back and forth between the two wedding camps to check everything was ok, deliveries were being delivered on time etc etc.

So, comes the time and we pile into my mates car to set off and get to the church in plenty of time.

We get to the slip road of the A3, and have to stop. Some stupid fcking white van driving cnut is REVERSING down the slip road, right in front of us. We're looking on open mouthed at this bloody idiot and making every single assumption about white van man you possibly can.

He reverses up till he's parallel with us and winds his window down. Just before my mate gives him an earful about how reversing down sliproads is an unbelievably stupid-prick thing to do, he says:

"Saw you in all the wedding gear in me wing mirror mate. You ain't getting to a wedding this way, there's a 10 mile tailback and it's not moving at all. Best go round the houses if I were you."

Pause.

All of us (meekly) "umm.... thanks mate, you're brilliant..."

So we go round the houses and got to the church on time, praising white van man all the way. Some of our guests didn't have an angelic van driver to set them right, and missed the entire service, stuck for more than 3 hours in the traffic jam. I still shudder to think how close I came to missing my own wedding.
(vertigo, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 12:45, Reply)