I got told off, and then told them right off back!
A few years ago now, I lived upstairs at my Dad's pub, and parked my car at the front, as did many of the customers.

One morning I was pulling out to go to work. This involved crossing the pavement, which had a dropped kerb for about 40 feet so that people didn't bend their wheels.

I was turning right, so I needed to make sure that traffic was clear both ways. Unfortunately there was a rather elderly couple walking one the pavement, approaching me from the right. Instead of doing what normal people would do and move slightly to one side, they carried on walking until they were right beside my car, completely obscuring my view. I was gobsmacked, and sat for a couple of seconds in disbelief.

I had just started to wind my window down so that I could ask them to move, when the man tapped the window and sternly told me "You're blocking the pavement!"

For some reason I lost it at that point and exploded with something along the lines of "Well if you'd fucking move two feet to the fucking left I'd be able to fucking see the traffic and fucking pull out of your fucking way, wouldn't I?!"

With a shocked expression they both moved, I saw the road was clear and drove off.

Now anyone on here who knows me will (probably) know that I'm so not like that normally, but they just really managed to press my buttons that day. I did feel bad though; I still wish to this day that I'd said "Thank you" as I pulled away.

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(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Wed 26 Sep 2007, 11:07, Reply)