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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more sort of house rage...My mate had a four story house, in a pretty remote bit of Devon, overlooking a junction. It was a straight drop down to the road, and a car would come up every four or five minutes and stop.
One VERY bored evening we were casually dropping handfuls of sodden toilet paper out of the window on to cars waiting to turn off. We had the room lights off, so we were effectively invisible. It was hilarious, to our 14 year old minds, to watch people get out of the car in a HUGE fit of rage, and see absoluetly NOBODY to blame. Some people went really rather bonkers, and just started screaming incoherently at this mysterious god of phantom soggy toilet roll. Yeah, you kids in cities who moan 'you've got nothing to do' really don't have a clue.. ahem..anyway...
One chap though, actually drove off and (unknown to us at that point) parked and walked back, keeping to the shadows like a road-rage ninja to find the source of the mystical bog-roll from the sky.
So we carried on casually bombing people when suddenly the road-rage-ninja appeared, four stories below us, going completely batshit mental at us for daring to, well, make his car a bit damp.
'OI YOU LITTLE BASTARDS GET DOWN HERE I'M GONNA KILL YOU LITTLE CUNTS YOU ARE DEAD GET HERE NOOOOOOWWWWWW!'
yeah, righto.
'Ah, sorry mate, it was, err, our little brother. We've told him to stop now.'
road-rage ninja goes, literally, purple and screams, I mean really rips his throat out screams..'DON'T FUCKING LIE'.
'Chill out mate, it's over now.'
'AAAAAAAARGHHHHH!!!!...AAAAAARRRRGHH....YOU ARE FUCKING LYING!!!!....AAAARGH' While sort of doubling over at the sheer effort of yelling. It was quite an impressive tantrum, or would have been if he'd been two years old.
So, obviously, we threw some soggy toilet paper at him and closed the window. And then didn't dare leave the house until the next morning.
Next morning, every window downstairs was coated in what appeared to be Elmlea dairy cream. No really, that isn't a euphamisim, it really was Elmlea.
We were quite impressed that the screaming nutcase road-rage ninja had driven the 3-4 miles to the nearest shop, carefully selected some psuedo-dairy product, driven back, parked out of sight, and then steality coated all our windows with it.
It really makes you wonder how some people make it through the day at the way they kick off at the slightest thing, including some of the people posting stories here.
NOOOOOOO, MY SHOELACE IS UNDONE...AAAAAAAARRGGGHHH!!AAAAAARGHH!YOU FUCKING PIECE OF CUNTING STRING....AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH! I'M GONNA BE LATE NOW COS I HAVE TO DO IT UP!...AAAARRRRGH...
(, Sun 15 Oct 2006, 22:18, Reply)
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