Road Rage
This weekend just gone, I was sitting at some traffic lights in my car (not an Accord, no supermodels in the back, no massive drugs in the glove box, just an ordinary car). I was about 6 or 7 cars back, and there were several cars behind me.

The lights changed to green, and we started to move off, in that one-at-a-time way people move away from traffic lights. Almost at the exact same instant as the lights changed, there was a beeping from behind me, and I looked in my mirror to see the guy behind me shouting and gesticulating furiously that I should move.

Given that I was about 6 inches from the car in front of me, which hadn't started moving yet, I'm not sure where he wanted me to go... upwards, maybe?

tl;dr - I just read that back and fuck me it's dull
( skullfunkerry In case of implosion do not look into implosion, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 10:47, 5 replies)

Did you...
punch any nearby coppers? For calling you a "nonce"?
(RabidRodent I'm the person your mother warned you about, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 12:00, closed)

I fairness,
coming in the wake of RR's post, most stories are going to struggle.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 12:01, closed)

You just need to include a 10 year old 'cousin' in the passenger seat.
and watch the Pulitzers come rolling in.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 12:57, closed)

Pulitzers Metropolitan Police Nonce Squad
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Tue 1 Oct 2013, 17:58, closed)

I'd have stayed put for a few extra seconds or so, or maybe half a minute, give his head time to explode.
Impatient drivers, I love'em.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 16:11, closed)