Twenty Inch
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Just had a run-in with a skip lorry driver in Sarf Lunnun. He cut me up badly, pulling in before he was past me, then nearly front-ended an oncoming bus, nearly hit a pedestrian, and forced an oncoming car to brake.
I caught up with him at the junction, and said "you're an idiot mate, you're a really bad driver, you know that?"
Him "Am I?"
Me "Yeah, you're a **** as well" before cycling off.
Later on up the road, it occurred to me that I could have handled the situation better.
I could have added "Yer, you're only fit for driving lorries, and you're no farkin' good at that". Calling someone a **** is offensive, but it doesn't insult what he is, whereas taking what he is, i.e. a lorry driver, and making that into an insult, is far more effective. The above remark would have gone straight to every failure, missed opportunity and bit of self-doubt in his soul, and rankled for weeks.
Or I could have taken his photo with my phone, without saying anything, and rattled his paranoia cage. Who was that? Was he a copper? Will they come knocking and breathalyse me? Will they find the cash-in-hand jobs that I've been doing? Will I lose my license and have to go back to dealing drugs and beating people up again?
The Germans call this "Treppengedenke" - things that you think of when you're going down the stairs after the argument.
Anyone else like to share their Treppengedenke?
I caught up with him at the junction, and said "you're an idiot mate, you're a really bad driver, you know that?"
Him "Am I?"
Me "Yeah, you're a **** as well" before cycling off.
Later on up the road, it occurred to me that I could have handled the situation better.
I could have added "Yer, you're only fit for driving lorries, and you're no farkin' good at that". Calling someone a **** is offensive, but it doesn't insult what he is, whereas taking what he is, i.e. a lorry driver, and making that into an insult, is far more effective. The above remark would have gone straight to every failure, missed opportunity and bit of self-doubt in his soul, and rankled for weeks.
Or I could have taken his photo with my phone, without saying anything, and rattled his paranoia cage. Who was that? Was he a copper? Will they come knocking and breathalyse me? Will they find the cash-in-hand jobs that I've been doing? Will I lose my license and have to go back to dealing drugs and beating people up again?
The Germans call this "Treppengedenke" - things that you think of when you're going down the stairs after the argument.
Anyone else like to share their Treppengedenke?