pax
Well-Known Member
So today I had to go to a major shopping centre to pick up a watch I had repaired. Earlier I'd almost run into the back of a car that - despite a clear road behind me as far as the eye can see-, decided to hit the accelerator and scream up the outside lane and merge right in front of me, after his lane had actually run out. He then proceded to talk to his passenger with a new version of Auslan.
So on the way to the shopping centre, I had another car cut me off, and had some old duck on the way out of the lift walk across my feet (WTF) as she got out of the lift, tying herself up in my handbag in the process. I ended up running into the back of her heels. I'm not sure she even noticed.
So the shopping centre is really crowded and I'm starting to panic, but managed to pick up the watch and get out. On the way home I had to turn right across traffic, but figured I had time to do so, as the car coming the opposite direction was also turning and had to slow down. Except they didn't. I get a horn in my ear, and look in my rearview mirror to see the car fishtailing around the corner. It was this tiny red car driven by a grey haired lady, probably in her eighties, who'd possibly had one too many espressos. I gave her the bird. She proceeded to swerve all over the road behind for half a kilometre.
Must be the full moon.
So on the way to the shopping centre, I had another car cut me off, and had some old duck on the way out of the lift walk across my feet (WTF) as she got out of the lift, tying herself up in my handbag in the process. I ended up running into the back of her heels. I'm not sure she even noticed.
So the shopping centre is really crowded and I'm starting to panic, but managed to pick up the watch and get out. On the way home I had to turn right across traffic, but figured I had time to do so, as the car coming the opposite direction was also turning and had to slow down. Except they didn't. I get a horn in my ear, and look in my rearview mirror to see the car fishtailing around the corner. It was this tiny red car driven by a grey haired lady, probably in her eighties, who'd possibly had one too many espressos. I gave her the bird. She proceeded to swerve all over the road behind for half a kilometre.
Must be the full moon.