Coming home from work, I joined the mile long backlog of traffic due to the new road works ahead, when I notice this jumped up little ar*e hole in a Saxo driving as close as he could to the back of my motor when we stopped. Ferk this I thought and slipped into reverse, just to activate the reversing lights, and judging by his initial reaction, thought it had worked.
Off we go again and once again the little rat faced weasel drove as close as possible to the back of my car. At this point I could feel my blood pressure starting to rise and I moved sharply forward to show him I did not need him that close etc. Only for the little **** to do it again. Talk about a red rag to a ferking bulll, I jumped out the motor went to the back and gestured to him that he still had 15mm to go yet.
Sorry but I lost the plot and very nicely told him to leave a little more space between us as we were going no f**king where, due to the ferking lights up ahead. I think at that point his two brain cells managed to communicate with each other after 120 years of avoiding each other and he managed to adopt the usual form of defensive language and said F*** off.
I could have lamped him but thought nae his mammy would be proud now he can talk when not on the drugs or buckfast. Any how the cops would have me and its not worth it. Midwife threw away the wrong part when he was born. RANT OVER sorry to pick on you guys for the second time this week.![]()
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