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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Car Wash Rage
To me, it's not a difficult thought process; your car's dirty, you go to a car wash, you park up, buy the necessary ticket, drive your car into the carwash, and away you go. One summer's morn I did exactly this, but was dismayed to find some pillock in a Jag had parked his car just far enough into the entry to prevent me getting round and going first. Understandably unimpressed, I was about to go back into the shop to find out who it was. Luckily, this middle-aged, obviously well-to-do chap scuttled out, waved apologetically and got into his car...only to get his WALLET, and go back into the bloody shop. I was so amazed I actually just sat there in a trance, unable to bring myself to say anything. He didn't even apologise when he returned. Arseface.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 13:09, Reply)
To me, it's not a difficult thought process; your car's dirty, you go to a car wash, you park up, buy the necessary ticket, drive your car into the carwash, and away you go. One summer's morn I did exactly this, but was dismayed to find some pillock in a Jag had parked his car just far enough into the entry to prevent me getting round and going first. Understandably unimpressed, I was about to go back into the shop to find out who it was. Luckily, this middle-aged, obviously well-to-do chap scuttled out, waved apologetically and got into his car...only to get his WALLET, and go back into the bloody shop. I was so amazed I actually just sat there in a trance, unable to bring myself to say anything. He didn't even apologise when he returned. Arseface.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 13:09, Reply)
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