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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Hairparrently...I cycle to and from work (that is, when my bike is in working order). I recall cycling home home day and coming towards me was a red car being driven by a Cretinous Moron who had realised that I have ginger hair and, not wanting me to go through my life being unaware of this vital piece of information, deemed it necessary to shout it to me out of his window. He mis-pronounced the Gs, although I think that's a mental handicap.
Naturally, my response to this was to thank him with a one-finger salute, at which point he turned his car around and started driving alongside me, shouting abuse.
"'O you givin' the finga to, eh?" he asked. Definitely a mental problem.
"You," I replied.
"You wanna get y'self off the faken road, ma'e," he said.
"I have as much right to be here as you do," I insisted.
"Fuck off," he shouted.
"I'm sorry if my presence somehow offends you," I sighed. "I'm sorry if I'm taking up your apparently precious roadspace. But I can see that there's more than enough space for both my bike and your poxxy red Ford Fiesta."
"Fuck off, fuckin' ginger."
At this point he drove off, shouting "Stupid gingers stink of piss!". This was about a year ago and I've not seen him again, so I assume that his Social Worker has put him back in his cage.
(, Wed 18 Oct 2006, 13:59, Reply)
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