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?
(
chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
« Go Back
GrandparentsI was staying with my grandparents for a bit and had been playing football down the park with my cousins for a while before my grandparents came to pick us up (they were on the way back from the supermarket) and it appeared Grandad had been having a bad day. My Gran is from Bearsden and as a result is a very proper, old fashioned and occasionally guilty of simply being from Bearsden (there's a quality girls from Bearsden have that you can't really describe any other way, nearest thing is a cross between being militantly conservative and incredibly scatterbrained). Grandad on the other hand, well, now I know where my Dad got his ability to swear from.
The car stalls during a three point turn and Grandad finally loses it and unleashes a volley of coarse language that I have never before or since seen from him.
He said 'Oh bugger.'
Gran reacted as if he'd just suggested raping my wee cousin.
Road Rage repressed Pensioner style.
(, Tue 17 Oct 2006, 11:44, Reply)
« Go Back