Rage, but not much roads
I used to live in a flat with a balcony that looked over a railway line and the back of a Sainsburys where lorries would unload their overpriced produce.

I got home from work one night to find my flatmate and his mate lying, sniper style, on the balcony taking potshots at the lorry drivers with airguns. Because of the range and the crapness of the guns they weren't having much joy, but were still finding it amusing and giggling lots. Said flatmate started lobbing shots (in a mortar stylee) at one of the drivers. This evidently has more effect as one of them starts jumping around like his arse is on fire.

We noticed the police turning up, so they hid all the guns and ammo and totally denied having anything to do with shooting the driver. The copper had nearly fallen for it when he spotted the lid of a pellet tin and dragged the flatmate off to slap his wrist.

So where's the rage? Well, when the police man was questioning us on the balcony about the air guns and that, the lorry driver was stood on the opposite side of the railway tracks shouting (amongst other things):

"You little bastards, you fucking shot me! I'm going to come round there and pull your ears off."

"You're lucky there's a railway line here, or I'd come over there and shove that airgun up you arse, then shoot your fillings out."

"I'll break all the bones in your body, tie you to a post and let my kids play swingball with you!"

"I'm going to come over there, drag you out of your house and resurface this carpark with your chipped teeth"

I dread to think what this guy would have done if I'd have cut him up while changing lanes.

Thing was I was listening to the driver's imaginitive threats a bit more than the policeman, which made me start gigling (the one about swingball in particular). The policeman didn't appreciate this much so ended up having to calm the guy down by shouting across the railway tracks (which made it all the funnier in my head... I was a bit cained).

Laugh? I thought my pants would never dry.

Edit: I didn't pull any triggers myself. After 7 months of living with a sadistic flatmate I would have liked to see what would have happened had the lorry driver put some of his threats into action. Only because in the time we shared a flat I got painted blue, knocked unconscious twice, rolled in broken glass, had a rib broken, got shot in the arse (with an airgun), had my bed puked in and had my toaster violated... all by the same guy.
(ralphseviltwin, Wed 18 Oct 2006, 11:28, Reply)