Road RageLast week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
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chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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The least he could doA few years back, on a particully drizzly day, as I left my school, trumpet in one hand and hefty bag on my back.
I decided that I should continue in my usual style of "I don't wait for cars" road crossing technique. I sprinted and then, looking to my left, noticed an object that as far as I was concerned was somewhere it shouldn't be.
Now for some reader participation! Whats large, red, has more than 4 wheels, and is not wanted by those sprinting across the road?
So, my local bus slams in me, shattering my hand and propelling me a good few metres back into the cold and wet road.
So, for some reason, this caused young me to simper a little, as it stung a tad. The bus stopped, and a man sprinted off, he checked my hand, but all of his questions were shrugged of by me, horrifically in pain, but more embarressed. I got up, holding my definatly out of action hand, limped to the bus, tried to get on, only to have the driver tell me that I couldn't get on.
There was no space. You'd think that he'd have, I don't know - asked if I was ok, but no.
I was left in the rain, shattered hand and forced to wait with a crowd of people constantly asking if I was ok. I resent you, bus man.
(, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 23:36, Reply)
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