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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Heath, not SheathDriving to my weekend job at B+Q as a 17 year-old, I had the misfortune to run over a motorcyclist. He went right across my bonnet and snapped his bike in half.
Later, as we exchanged details, I discovered that I was slightly in shock and he was quite inarticulate. The conversation went like this:
Me: And what is your surname?
Him: Heath
Me: [Writing] Sheath.
Him: I said 'Heath'.
Me: {Nervously] Sheath?
Him: Are you taking the piss? I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!
Me: Sorry, Mr Sheath.
Him: [Brandishing fist] It's fuckin' 'Heath'!
Passerby: Bloody teenagers. Probably listening to the radio and smoking pot!
Me: I don't smoke. And there's no radio in this car.
Passer-by: Listening to bloody techno, I bet.
Me: So, Mr Sheath ...
(, Mon 16 Oct 2006, 14:58, Reply)
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