I just don't get it
Can some-one please explain the rage of the complete retard that stopped right behind me in an otherwise empty garage in November 2003?

I pulled into the garage in my mums old volvo 740 - lovely car, but generally hated by bikers (even though I make a point of looking out for bikers ... it's funny to see peoples faces when a volvo gives a bike right of way!).
So, I go in to the little hut to pay for the 5000 litres of fuel that one of those fat tank bastards can take. Waiting at the till I notice out of the window that some bald headed twat with his middle aged barbie have pulled up behind my car. Confused (as there were about 9 other free pumps), I pay and go back to my car.
The aformentioned gentleman greets me with "Are you taking the fucking piss?"
Stunned I utter "what? no?"
"Well then get in your fucking car and move!!"
So as he starts approaching I fumble for my keys and get in ... I then lock the doors, start the engine and wait.
He got into his car; he got out of his car. I moved 3 feet forward ... he got back into his car. I wait. He got out of his car. I move three feet forward. He got into his car. I stop and this time wait for him to walk up to the back of the car. I drive off.

Satisfying as making a 6 foot balding ape look even more stupid than he made himself look is; I really just wonder what the hell is wrong with these people.

I had another Leicesterite tail gate, then beep me and undertake in the bus lane, cos I happened to be doing the speed limit; mostly to prevent harm coming to my pregnant girl friend. Funnily, they ended up at the end of the full on wrath of my very hormonal partners tongue.

Can't we all get along? If not, can't some people stop being twats?

Length, got it, depth, hell yeah, but you'll never get an appology from me ;)
( Far Out Slave last ate at, Fri 13 Oct 2006, 15:55, Reply)