Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
Mrs D just arrived home and has regaled me with this rather wonderful tale.
Between our village and the next are some roadworks. The already narrow country road is down to 1 lane and controlled with lights at either end.
Coming home from work Mrs D arrives at the roadworks, and the lights being red she dutifully stops. 2 more cars pull up behind her. The lights turn green and Mrs D is about to move off when she notices a glow ahead, and sure enough within a few seconds 2 x bicycle lights appear. They doubtless entered the far end of the roadworks on a green light, but because its quite a long stretch they hadn't cleared it before the lights at the other end had changed. Mrs D says she knew the riders had done nothing wrong, and probably lacked the ability to take flight, so she waited.
The car behind her could see the green light, but not the bicycles. The driver gave a toot, and then a more irate blast on his horn, and then impatiently pulled out in a flurry of wheelspin and went to drive past Mrs D and show her how tough and righteous he was.
Mrs D says his bonnet was alsongside her drivers door when the driver spotted the cyclists coming towards him. As big a twit as he was it would seem he wasn't a murderer, so started to reverse back. Unfortunately, car #3 in the queue had moved forward and taking the space that #2's car had occupied only a moment before, and number 3 refused to move. Some words were exchanged and Mrs D opened her window a crack and heard some of the exchange. Driver 3 took exception to being called a deek and got out of his car to reveal that he was in fact either Grant Mitchell, or his bigger brother, complete with shiny head, leather jacket, and shoulder muscles like a small Volvo trying to park. Driver number 2 apparently made a strange gurgling noise and reversed, and pulled in at the back of the queue.
The cyclists came by and gave Mrs D and Grant Mitchell a cheery wave for their patience, and then flipped the bird at the irate impatient man. Alas, by then Mrs D couldn't see his face, but she imagines he was probably on the verge of having an aneurysm
Between our village and the next are some roadworks. The already narrow country road is down to 1 lane and controlled with lights at either end.
Coming home from work Mrs D arrives at the roadworks, and the lights being red she dutifully stops. 2 more cars pull up behind her. The lights turn green and Mrs D is about to move off when she notices a glow ahead, and sure enough within a few seconds 2 x bicycle lights appear. They doubtless entered the far end of the roadworks on a green light, but because its quite a long stretch they hadn't cleared it before the lights at the other end had changed. Mrs D says she knew the riders had done nothing wrong, and probably lacked the ability to take flight, so she waited.
The car behind her could see the green light, but not the bicycles. The driver gave a toot, and then a more irate blast on his horn, and then impatiently pulled out in a flurry of wheelspin and went to drive past Mrs D and show her how tough and righteous he was.
Mrs D says his bonnet was alsongside her drivers door when the driver spotted the cyclists coming towards him. As big a twit as he was it would seem he wasn't a murderer, so started to reverse back. Unfortunately, car #3 in the queue had moved forward and taking the space that #2's car had occupied only a moment before, and number 3 refused to move. Some words were exchanged and Mrs D opened her window a crack and heard some of the exchange. Driver 3 took exception to being called a deek and got out of his car to reveal that he was in fact either Grant Mitchell, or his bigger brother, complete with shiny head, leather jacket, and shoulder muscles like a small Volvo trying to park. Driver number 2 apparently made a strange gurgling noise and reversed, and pulled in at the back of the queue.
The cyclists came by and gave Mrs D and Grant Mitchell a cheery wave for their patience, and then flipped the bird at the irate impatient man. Alas, by then Mrs D couldn't see his face, but she imagines he was probably on the verge of having an aneurysm