mickle
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- Location
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No sooner had I sat down at my desk but in strides a cyclist (I could tell because he was wearing the uniform of saggy yellow vest and musty helmet). And he looks me in the eye and he says: 'I'd like you to tell me why you wacked my car's rear view mirror the other day'. To which I said; 'I don't know'. I said; 'Are you sure it was me?'. And he said that whoever it was had been wearing a Cyclorama shoulder bag. So I said; 'That was me then. But', I said: 'I have no recollection of the incident, I can't remember doing it so I can't remember why I did it. Sorry.' So then He blethered on a bit about - next time, stop and have a polite word. To which I responded with: 'But if I stopped to have a word with every person whose standard of driving fell below expected levels I'd never get home'.