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Married to Night Train
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- Salford, UK
Driving back from a day out just now, we came up behind a cyclist, who was toiling up a hill, towards a narrow traffic light junction. As there wasn't room to pass, NT slowed right down, and waited to pass once it was safe.
Of course, some dimwit behind us got impatient, and beeped. The cyclist looked round, and I'm sure he thought it was us. And although we both shrugged in an exasperated "It wasn't us!" way, I suspect that he could easily have taken that as and exasperated "Get out the way!" shrug.
Once we could pass, I called through the open window "That wasn't us, it was someone behind!", but of course I expect that just sounded like all the other gibberish that gets shouted from cars.
So in case you're on here, it wasn't the Skoda estate hooting. I think it might have been the woman in the white hatchback who pulled up alongside us at the next lights, sporting a face like a consumptive badger.
Of course, some dimwit behind us got impatient, and beeped. The cyclist looked round, and I'm sure he thought it was us. And although we both shrugged in an exasperated "It wasn't us!" way, I suspect that he could easily have taken that as and exasperated "Get out the way!" shrug.
Once we could pass, I called through the open window "That wasn't us, it was someone behind!", but of course I expect that just sounded like all the other gibberish that gets shouted from cars.
So in case you're on here, it wasn't the Skoda estate hooting. I think it might have been the woman in the white hatchback who pulled up alongside us at the next lights, sporting a face like a consumptive badger.