tolmie's hairdoo
Well-Known Member
I had an incident in Sale a couple of years ago with the wife and kids also in the car.
Was driving down narrow Manor Avenue and an eager car from the adjacent Avenue was already edged out on the other side of the road, attempting to pull out to join the flow of traffic on my side.
I was heading it, although I was unable to flash them on because I had someone right up my arse.
Anyhow, to cut a long story short, the two scrotes in their shit-tip Fiesta box who were trying to edge out, suddenly raced up alongside me and purposely forced us off the road, half on to the pavement, then stopping and positioning their car at an angle to stop me from driving away.
This fucker opened his car door and started abusing me offering to fight (he never had the bollocks to come too near). I so badly wanted to get out and jam his head in the fucking car door but my wife ordered me not to get out.
I stewed on this for the next few days, absolutely turning it over in my mind they had put my family in danger.
On reflection, my wife was right and it was about leaving my ego alone. There were two of them, they could have had knives, my kids could see me get battered or worse.
They might even have seen me get lucky and my rage get the better of both of these turds, but even that is something I would never wish my kids to see and would leave an indelible mark for many years to come.
Was driving down narrow Manor Avenue and an eager car from the adjacent Avenue was already edged out on the other side of the road, attempting to pull out to join the flow of traffic on my side.
I was heading it, although I was unable to flash them on because I had someone right up my arse.
Anyhow, to cut a long story short, the two scrotes in their shit-tip Fiesta box who were trying to edge out, suddenly raced up alongside me and purposely forced us off the road, half on to the pavement, then stopping and positioning their car at an angle to stop me from driving away.
This fucker opened his car door and started abusing me offering to fight (he never had the bollocks to come too near). I so badly wanted to get out and jam his head in the fucking car door but my wife ordered me not to get out.
I stewed on this for the next few days, absolutely turning it over in my mind they had put my family in danger.
On reflection, my wife was right and it was about leaving my ego alone. There were two of them, they could have had knives, my kids could see me get battered or worse.
They might even have seen me get lucky and my rage get the better of both of these turds, but even that is something I would never wish my kids to see and would leave an indelible mark for many years to come.