Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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Actually, the car stories remind meof the other week coming home from work on the M25. There is a section where it splits into six lanes as it approaches the M3 junction. I was trundling along happily enough on the inside lane when a lorry comes right up behind me. There was nowhere for me to pull in, it was rush hour so traffic everywhere stopping him from pulling out and I was getting a bit annoyed by him being on my bumper so I slowed down a bit. He got even closer and I could see him getting angry in my wing mirror. So I slowed down further. He got angrier and started flashing his lights. So I slowed down to 50.
He pulled onto the hard shoulder and started to speed up. Now, I don't know what sort of cunt you have to be to do that, but I had a good deal of empty road in front of me, so I sped up and stayed alongside him, all the while mouthing "what do you think you're doing?" at him. He hit his rev limiter and had to pull back in behind me.
Ooo, but he had a right strop going. Full on tantrum it was. Unfortunately the M3 junction was approaching and since I didn't actually want to go to Basingstoke (who the fuck does?), I had to pull over. So I shook my head very sadly and slowly at him and left him behind.
Brings a warm glow to my heart it does.
Also, tonight I got tail-gated in a carpark. A fucking *carpark*. What kind of a prick tail-gates in a carpark?
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Kroney, Mon 24 Sep 2007, 21:31,
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