Road Rage
Last 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?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
Last 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?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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The School Run
The f**king school run. Millions of these stupid, witless middle-class women driving Volvo estates, BMW's, 4x4's, Sherman tanks, or whatever else their dickless commuter husbands bought but can't drive themselves because they're in the City behind a desk, pushing paper from one place to another while leering up secretaries' skirts and thinking they're really important, and so their retarded, pasty wives drive each other's spoiled, smelly children to school and park all over the road at bizarre angles like some kind of twisted performance art project, and as for other drivers who might like to use the road, park in their own driveways etc. etc., they just treat them as if they weren't there, like a turd at a dinner party.
It will serve them right when all their precious little kiddies end up on drugs.
Aaagh. AAAAAAAAAGGGHHH.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 11:43, Reply)
The f**king school run. Millions of these stupid, witless middle-class women driving Volvo estates, BMW's, 4x4's, Sherman tanks, or whatever else their dickless commuter husbands bought but can't drive themselves because they're in the City behind a desk, pushing paper from one place to another while leering up secretaries' skirts and thinking they're really important, and so their retarded, pasty wives drive each other's spoiled, smelly children to school and park all over the road at bizarre angles like some kind of twisted performance art project, and as for other drivers who might like to use the road, park in their own driveways etc. etc., they just treat them as if they weren't there, like a turd at a dinner party.
It will serve them right when all their precious little kiddies end up on drugs.
Aaagh. AAAAAAAAAGGGHHH.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 11:43, Reply)
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