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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Pissed Off
I don’t have anything against cyclists myself: I am one sometimes. But they can be a bit frustrating at times, like when they ride in packs on windy narrow roads and wont let you through.
A friend of mine used to regularly get trapped behind a cycling group. His knock-off time and route home coincided with their training time and route. It used to annoy the hell out of him, and a lot of other people who used the same road.
One day he decided he had had enough. So he peed in his windscreen washer container, aligned one the jets so it was pointing out to the side, disconnected the other one, and when he finally had the chance to pass his regular enemies he gave them a nice squirt of smelly yellow urine.
It didn't fix the problem, but it did give him an evil sense of satisfaction.
( , Sun 15 Oct 2006, 0:59, Reply)
I don’t have anything against cyclists myself: I am one sometimes. But they can be a bit frustrating at times, like when they ride in packs on windy narrow roads and wont let you through.
A friend of mine used to regularly get trapped behind a cycling group. His knock-off time and route home coincided with their training time and route. It used to annoy the hell out of him, and a lot of other people who used the same road.
One day he decided he had had enough. So he peed in his windscreen washer container, aligned one the jets so it was pointing out to the side, disconnected the other one, and when he finally had the chance to pass his regular enemies he gave them a nice squirt of smelly yellow urine.
It didn't fix the problem, but it did give him an evil sense of satisfaction.
( , Sun 15 Oct 2006, 0:59, Reply)
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