Another one, remembered this about 5 minutes ago.
Schoolkids, fair enough they're walking to school, instead of getting mummy to drive them in their shiny never-even-seen-dust-wanker-mobiles 4x4's. (that's gonna be repeated loads).
But why when there is a group of them at the pedestrian crossing you'll always find that 3 of them, always girls, were to busy effing talking to see the little green man.
Do they notice and quickly run across when he's flashing? Like fuck! They wait until the red man has appeared and the traffic lights are green and I've started moving forwards then the 9th IQ wakes up and they cross.
But because i have to jab my useless ford brakes on and nearly take them out, as well as the frigging traffic lights, they believe it's my fault!!
The bloody chavs/emos/greebos/scene or whatever the hell they call themselves nowadays that nearly got turned into speed bumps by me this morning got 10 times more abuse back than they gave.
Razor blade sales/thefts are gonna go up in Christchurch this afternoon now.
(Mensa Reject has gone out, I'll be back on, Fri 2 May 2008, 8:59, Reply)