Being wrong
so yeah, everyone hates being wrong.mine's a doozy....

I was having a bad day, so bad that I was feeling homicidal.
while trying to keep my cool I was driving to drop my 2 year old off at his mum. When approaching a green light, I see a car dash across the red light into my path.

I held my temper for the sake of my child and carried on.

On the way back this fecking-feckity-feck-fecker in a BMW runs the same light, that was green for me (probably the only thing going right this day was a green light)

But now theres no child in the car to motivate me to subdue my rage. I flash my lights and hoot and swear to which the BMW driver taps his head (like Obelix always did) to hint that I am mad.

Man that did it! I geared down and blasted up next to him, ready to give the swearing of a lifetime. No need to prepare a speech, I had all the rude words I know lined up for delivery. I took a deep breath in preparation as I wound down the window. The pressure cooker was about to blow, big time.

As I pulled up next to him he had his window down ready to take my onslaught, but before I got a word out he shouted, "The lights are broken and haven't changed for hours."

I've been in that situation before. When the light is stuck and you need to go. All those moments flashed through my eyes and in that split second all I could get out of my mouth was, "Oh, well sorry then bud. Have a good day!"

And I slowed down and drove away with my exhaust pipe between my legs...
(Bluffboy South Africa! World Champions!!!, Tue 6 May 2008, 11:06, Reply)