NormanD
Lunatic Asylum Escapee
- Location
- Heworth the other side of life!
I've just returned from evaluating the damage done to a friends kitchen after her son left the bath running and it overflowed 
... damage is not too bad really.
On my way home I thought I'd pop in to see mum (since I was only a short distance away) on the way to mums I have to negotiate a small round-about and a staggered junction further along the road. I approached the round-about (mini round-about at a T junction sort of thing) and noticed the faded painted old Nissan Micra (old shape) sitting directly opposite me. I'd slowed down because it was indicating to go right and I wanted to go left, but it didn't move, the driver had her head down, so I took the left turn I wanted.
The staggered junction is only a few hundred yards further down the road, I could hear the Micra pulling in the same direction as me, but with a high revving engine (too much throttle and too low a gear) it remained behind me with some sloppy gear changes. Since I needed to turn right at the junction I took primary, then to the right and came to a stop (have to give way from the right at this junction)
Within a few seconds the Micra pulls up along side me to my left in a sort of rushed braking maneuver.
I looked down and over to the driver a few feet away and there she was, rather plump woman of about mid to late 20's seatbelt below her arm rather than over the shoulder, texting away on her phone, oblivious to anything around her.
I was about to tap on the drivers side window and give her a piece of my mind about using a mobile phone while driving, but at that moment, her chubby finger directed itself to her rather large nose, had a quick root around and pulled out a rather large blob of rubberized gook.
You can guess where this rather large portion ended up .. that's right, right into the old pie hole without a second thought
I didn't bother tapping on her window, I'd closed my eyes and turned my head away at that stage, only to open them to see my route was clear and I pulled away down the right hand road, shaking my head in disgust as I did so. She remained there a good five or six seconds before she must have noticed the road was clear, I could hear the high revs again and poor gear change, so she must have still been texting (I didn't bother to look back)
"DIRTY MINGING BYTCH"
... damage is not too bad really.On my way home I thought I'd pop in to see mum (since I was only a short distance away) on the way to mums I have to negotiate a small round-about and a staggered junction further along the road. I approached the round-about (mini round-about at a T junction sort of thing) and noticed the faded painted old Nissan Micra (old shape) sitting directly opposite me. I'd slowed down because it was indicating to go right and I wanted to go left, but it didn't move, the driver had her head down, so I took the left turn I wanted.
The staggered junction is only a few hundred yards further down the road, I could hear the Micra pulling in the same direction as me, but with a high revving engine (too much throttle and too low a gear) it remained behind me with some sloppy gear changes. Since I needed to turn right at the junction I took primary, then to the right and came to a stop (have to give way from the right at this junction)
Within a few seconds the Micra pulls up along side me to my left in a sort of rushed braking maneuver.
I looked down and over to the driver a few feet away and there she was, rather plump woman of about mid to late 20's seatbelt below her arm rather than over the shoulder, texting away on her phone, oblivious to anything around her.
I was about to tap on the drivers side window and give her a piece of my mind about using a mobile phone while driving, but at that moment, her chubby finger directed itself to her rather large nose, had a quick root around and pulled out a rather large blob of rubberized gook.
You can guess where this rather large portion ended up .. that's right, right into the old pie hole without a second thought
I didn't bother tapping on her window, I'd closed my eyes and turned my head away at that stage, only to open them to see my route was clear and I pulled away down the right hand road, shaking my head in disgust as I did so. She remained there a good five or six seconds before she must have noticed the road was clear, I could hear the high revs again and poor gear change, so she must have still been texting (I didn't bother to look back)
"DIRTY MINGING BYTCH"
