Crankarm
Guru
- Location
- Nr Cambridge
Was locking up my bike yesterday when a woman (35ish) approached from adjacent road pushing a shopping trolley. I watched her thinking you are not going to dump that here.
Me: "You're not going to leave that here are you?"
Woman: "WTF has it got to do with you?"
Me "Why don't you take it back to Sainsburys? You're taking up cycle spaces and some one from Sainsburys will have to wheel it all the way back if they manage to find it. Don't be so lazy!"
Woman: "F**ck off ugly!"
Me: "Ugly! Suppose you would know looking in the mirror every morning. At least I'm not a fat lazy cow!" (She was fat with a few Pirellis around her).
Woman "F**ck off! F**ck off! F**ck off!" As she waddled off.
On way home came to a cross roads in the middle of nowhere and on the other side was a red Nissan Micra with hazard lights on, the fat git driver throwing food packaging, plastic bottles and sweet wrappers out of the car window onto the road while he troffed on the contents. I shouted "You messy, messy, messy barsteward!" He showed me he only had one middle finger and shouted "W**ker!". "Are are you!" I shouted back.
Me: "You're not going to leave that here are you?"
Woman: "WTF has it got to do with you?"
Me "Why don't you take it back to Sainsburys? You're taking up cycle spaces and some one from Sainsburys will have to wheel it all the way back if they manage to find it. Don't be so lazy!"
Woman: "F**ck off ugly!"
Me: "Ugly! Suppose you would know looking in the mirror every morning. At least I'm not a fat lazy cow!" (She was fat with a few Pirellis around her).
Woman "F**ck off! F**ck off! F**ck off!" As she waddled off.
On way home came to a cross roads in the middle of nowhere and on the other side was a red Nissan Micra with hazard lights on, the fat git driver throwing food packaging, plastic bottles and sweet wrappers out of the car window onto the road while he troffed on the contents. I shouted "You messy, messy, messy barsteward!" He showed me he only had one middle finger and shouted "W**ker!". "Are are you!" I shouted back.