Just Had A Run In With A Lecky Scooter...
Society & Culture0 min ago
My Tolerance Ran Out
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I live in a lovely place and never want to move. I fully accept that my car (and sometimes me) will be used as a toilet by seagulls. I accept that tourists park badly and that I can never find a parking space in the town centre. I am tolerant of tourists who walk four abreast on the pavement, so I cannot get past and then they stop dead in their tracks to point at something, causing a pedestrian pile up. I am very tolerant of their numerous ridiculous questions ("How deep is the sea?" "Where will I find Dracula's grave?")
I finally lost it yesterday. I rarely venture out on a Bank Holiday but I had to go pick up Youngest Junior Overall from work (he has a holiday job).
Driving along, at 20mph with no other cars behind me, on THREE occasions a group of tourists looked, and then crossed the road directly in front of me, causing me to slam on the brakes. All three groups subjected ME to a torrent of abuse! The finale was a motorist coming the wrong way down a one way street towards me who also subjected me to a selection of Anglo Saxon words.
I snapped. I got out of my car and the 6'4" menacing looking driver got out of his car, still swearing at me. I pinned him against his car and calmly had a chat with him about the error of his ways. He ended up offering me a grovelling apology and he said he hoped he would bump into me in town in a pub so he could buy me a drink.
Result! I was feeling pleased with myself right up to the moment my son said "Oh mum, you are sooooo embarrassing."
I finally lost it yesterday. I rarely venture out on a Bank Holiday but I had to go pick up Youngest Junior Overall from work (he has a holiday job).
Driving along, at 20mph with no other cars behind me, on THREE occasions a group of tourists looked, and then crossed the road directly in front of me, causing me to slam on the brakes. All three groups subjected ME to a torrent of abuse! The finale was a motorist coming the wrong way down a one way street towards me who also subjected me to a selection of Anglo Saxon words.
I snapped. I got out of my car and the 6'4" menacing looking driver got out of his car, still swearing at me. I pinned him against his car and calmly had a chat with him about the error of his ways. He ended up offering me a grovelling apology and he said he hoped he would bump into me in town in a pub so he could buy me a drink.
Result! I was feeling pleased with myself right up to the moment my son said "Oh mum, you are sooooo embarrassing."
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/// where is Dracula's grave ? /// Did he not end up having ''a very large steak'' on the seafront ( or ''the front'') & then disappeared & was never seen again. ( I also have it on good authority that he is genuinely 6 feet tall, wears killer heels & can be seen in Whitby constantly harassing frightened motorists & causing constant changes of underwear)
11:37 Mon 06th Apr 2015
Two people on a skateboard sounds dangerous.
Hmm, best stagger home.
My youngest has just turned eighteen but still doesn't have a license. (I rely on the older three), he doesn't seem to care about driving.
We will be hosting his celebration this coming Saturday night.
Reckon I could be grumpy come Sunday evening.
Hmm, best stagger home.
My youngest has just turned eighteen but still doesn't have a license. (I rely on the older three), he doesn't seem to care about driving.
We will be hosting his celebration this coming Saturday night.
Reckon I could be grumpy come Sunday evening.
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