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Dirtylitterboxo
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Oh boy, did I lose it big time this morning :-( But I do have a feeling of satisfaction for getting
it off my chest, so to speak.
To cut a long story short, I was cycling into Dereham when I was almost sideswiped by a doddering
old g*t whose eyesight is not what it should be. A nice taxi driver showed me a lot of courtesy by
stopping on the road in front - holding up traffic behind him and waved me on. Nice man. At the next
traffic light, which happened to be on red, doddering old g*t was stopped in his car so I pulled up
by said doddering old g*t's window and tapped on it. He looked up. I *politely* said that perhaps he
might care to read his Highway Code on when/when not to overtake and about how much room he should
give to cyclists, as it was clear he hadn't read it lately. Doddering old g*t looked at me down his
nose and answered, "Darling, I've been cycling since before you were born." At this point I lost it,
and pointed out to said doddering old g*t that " then you must have forgotten it all due to senility
setting in you f*ck**g ********." I became a Lycra lout, but it gave me a great feeling of
satisfaction, as the doddering old g*t had just tried to dismiss me as some irrelevancy on the
roads. He seemed to wake up slightly at the sight and sound of an irate, middle-aged, fat-bird on a
lit-up bike (three front lights, 2 back lights, multitudinous reflectives front, sides & rear) in
fluorescent yellow clothing and reflectives head to foot... I *know* I shouldn't have lost it, but
his look of utter contempt at me and his patronising comment just caused me to see red.
Just then the light turned green and he pulled away. I cycled off. Doddering old g*t then gave an
excellent demonstration of why euthanasia my be an option to consider for some, as he lurched and
almost stalled a couple of times and, tried to drive round a small section of roadworks straight
into the path of oncoming traffic...He was *really* bad at driving.
I got to my local supermarket where I spotted the nice taxi driver waiting to pick up a fare. So I
went over and thanked him for his courtesy. He said it was okay, as he was a cyclist himself and
knew about how some of the idiots on the road just don't see cyclists or know what they are doing.
He also noted that the driver of the car who nearly swiped me off my bike just didn't seem to know
what he was doing as he was all over the place.
So, I had a coffee to calm my nerves, got the shopping in and cycled home. I've located the firm the
taxi driver works for and a note of thanks is going in the post.
Cheers, helen s
--This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove dependency on fame &
fortune h*$el*$$e**nd***$o$ts***i*$*$m**m$$o*n**s@$*$a$$o**l.c**$*$om$$
it off my chest, so to speak.
To cut a long story short, I was cycling into Dereham when I was almost sideswiped by a doddering
old g*t whose eyesight is not what it should be. A nice taxi driver showed me a lot of courtesy by
stopping on the road in front - holding up traffic behind him and waved me on. Nice man. At the next
traffic light, which happened to be on red, doddering old g*t was stopped in his car so I pulled up
by said doddering old g*t's window and tapped on it. He looked up. I *politely* said that perhaps he
might care to read his Highway Code on when/when not to overtake and about how much room he should
give to cyclists, as it was clear he hadn't read it lately. Doddering old g*t looked at me down his
nose and answered, "Darling, I've been cycling since before you were born." At this point I lost it,
and pointed out to said doddering old g*t that " then you must have forgotten it all due to senility
setting in you f*ck**g ********." I became a Lycra lout, but it gave me a great feeling of
satisfaction, as the doddering old g*t had just tried to dismiss me as some irrelevancy on the
roads. He seemed to wake up slightly at the sight and sound of an irate, middle-aged, fat-bird on a
lit-up bike (three front lights, 2 back lights, multitudinous reflectives front, sides & rear) in
fluorescent yellow clothing and reflectives head to foot... I *know* I shouldn't have lost it, but
his look of utter contempt at me and his patronising comment just caused me to see red.
Just then the light turned green and he pulled away. I cycled off. Doddering old g*t then gave an
excellent demonstration of why euthanasia my be an option to consider for some, as he lurched and
almost stalled a couple of times and, tried to drive round a small section of roadworks straight
into the path of oncoming traffic...He was *really* bad at driving.
I got to my local supermarket where I spotted the nice taxi driver waiting to pick up a fare. So I
went over and thanked him for his courtesy. He said it was okay, as he was a cyclist himself and
knew about how some of the idiots on the road just don't see cyclists or know what they are doing.
He also noted that the driver of the car who nearly swiped me off my bike just didn't seem to know
what he was doing as he was all over the place.
So, I had a coffee to calm my nerves, got the shopping in and cycled home. I've located the firm the
taxi driver works for and a note of thanks is going in the post.
Cheers, helen s
--This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove dependency on fame &
fortune h*$el*$$e**nd***$o$ts***i*$*$m**m$$o*n**s@$*$a$$o**l.c**$*$om$$
