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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Mr Bun the Cunt.I live on Morrison Street in Central Edinburgh, just a gnat's todger down the road from an all-night bakery. Right next to the bakery, hidden off the road, is a free residents' car park. It's so close to my flat that I leave the car there, even though it's not, strictly speaking, 'our' car park to use. The locking gate is rarely shut as the residents (mostly nice, reasonable people) know how obscure the place is and have plenty of room to spare in it.
When I'd just moved in to the flat, I pulled in to the car park one day. The baker (whose shop is NOT part of the designated car park owners' building) came out and warned me that "It's residents' parking only. This gate locks!"
"I'll only be a minute, just nipping round the corner to get my flatmate, then we're off to Ikea", says I, as it was the truth.
I came back to a locked gate. I didn't spot his thinly-veiled threat.
So I wandered up to the top of the car park, where a young boy was beating a carpet. I asked him if he knew where I could get a set of keys for the gate.
"MAW! THROW US THE KEYS FER THE GATE DOON!"
As we wandered back across the car park, I thank the young man and mention that it was the baker who locked the gate because I dared park there.
"Aye... he's a fuckin' fanny."
Apologies for baguette.
(, Fri 13 Oct 2006, 14:29, Reply)
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