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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Car Wash Rage in HampshireI live near to Fleet, in Hampshire. On Reading Road South there is a garage - I think it's an Esso - with a car wash. A few weeks ago, I filled up the car, paid, and bought a car wash at the same time. As I walked back to the car, I saw a Vauxhall possibly Vectra, black, pull into the entrance to the car wash (where you type your number in before moving forward, then back, the forward....), a short fat middle aged menopausal fucktard get out, and walk to the garage till, where she proceeded to get a car wash, stroll back, and go for it - all the while I'm waiting behind her, cursing her soul and heaping fervent prayers for cancer upon her. In the time it took the fat dwarf to waddle there & back I could be washed and gone. Bastard.
BUT - it was a local taxi - in fact, it was Hart Council's licensed car number eight (8) (VIII) (for the avoidance of misunderstanding), so if anyone should happen to get off the train at Fleet (next stop Basingstoke if you're coming from London) and you need a cab & #8 - regardless of what the fuck model or colour it is, prob change cars yearly, check the plate on the back - is next in line, tell them to get cunted for being a fat smug queue-hogging retard bastard dwarf in a car wash when I was in a hurry.
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Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Fri 13 Oct 2006, 13:27,
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