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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Angry, pink, and gooey.
Myself and some friends were walking home one day, crossing side-roads in the standard way.
One side-road we couldn't see very far down, but we walked across it anyway, cue car zooming out braking suddenly beside us and waiting for us to move out the way.
Just as we sturried (look it up) aside, and were stepping onto the pavement, the driver decids this is a good point to beep. Alarming my good, but rageish friend who slopped the contents of his drink (thick milky strawberry gunge) at the car.
At the passenger door.
At the passenger door with the open window and a now angered red/strawberry drink pink passenger frothing somewhat unintelligible, as milky goodness continued to dribble off the dashboard.
Sometimes you don't know whether to run or laugh, so we did both.
( , Sat 14 Oct 2006, 0:55, Reply)
Myself and some friends were walking home one day, crossing side-roads in the standard way.
One side-road we couldn't see very far down, but we walked across it anyway, cue car zooming out braking suddenly beside us and waiting for us to move out the way.
Just as we sturried (look it up) aside, and were stepping onto the pavement, the driver decids this is a good point to beep. Alarming my good, but rageish friend who slopped the contents of his drink (thick milky strawberry gunge) at the car.
At the passenger door.
At the passenger door with the open window and a now angered red/strawberry drink pink passenger frothing somewhat unintelligible, as milky goodness continued to dribble off the dashboard.
Sometimes you don't know whether to run or laugh, so we did both.
( , Sat 14 Oct 2006, 0:55, Reply)
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