Strange morning so far, been shopping, been verbally abused by a female Ford driver and had a strange phone call.
The shopping was OK, I was leaving the “smash and grab” going round the roundabout in the correct lane to take the exit and a female ford driver was coming from the left, it was my right of way, she saw me, sort of decided that she would go, hesitated and slammed on her anchors and stopped just over the “stop line”, then she started to shout and swear at me in a very loud voice.
It was obviously my fault that her one brain cell couldn’t take in the information regarding the right of way on a roundabout, and that she almost caused the car behind her to swerve onto the verge to avoid her.
So if you are the “lady” in the silver ford focus, either get up a bit earlier, take your bloody test again or if you are literate read the highway code you numpty.
The phone call was one of those surreal moments, the phone rang and I answered it, the conversation went something like this:
Me-hello
Them-Mr ***
Me-yes
Them-this is Quack fat insurance, your car insurance is due for renewal
Me-no it was due on the seventh and I have renewed it
Them-would you like a quote
Me-no I have renewed it
Them-we have some good deals on insurance
Me-I have already renewed it
Them-are you sure you don’t want a quote
Me-yes I have already renewed it
Them-when is your house insurance due
Me-I don’t need house insurance, it is already taken care of
Them-would you like a quote
Me-no I don’t need house insurance it is already taken care of
Them-Oh Ok, goodbye
And it is only 8.30 in the morning; the rest of the day is going to be fun.
More posts later, I have to go and talk to the trees for a while.
Angus
Angus Dei politico
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3 comments:
...it was my right of way, she saw me, sort of decided that she would go, hesitated and slammed on her anchors and stopped just over the “stop line”, then she started to shout and swear at me in a very loud voice...
In these situations, I tend to pull up suddenly in front of her [not on a roundabout, clearly], walk up and ask her [when she expects yelling] why she abused me for doing the right thing?
Then I look at her and return to the car. Maybe you should ahve just got out the Kalashnikov and shot her, Angus.
Sadly I didn't have it with me James, but I did give her the one fingered salute and drove away serenly, that will probably ruin her day as well.
Those are the sort of occasions when I count to 10, turn away and move on. Then I maybe swear a little, laugh about it with my friends and then move on ;-)
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