I had some yesterday, all very odd.
I came out of my Ma's at Silksworth just after 12 to drive home to get changed for the match. Drove past the Comrades club turned right into the narrow street, as always lots of cars parked on the right, my right of way of the left.
I get about 50 yards up the road and there's this about 30 year old bloke doing a turning manoeuvre involving the back lane. I stopped a couple of car lengths from the back lane and eventually he starts reversing down the road towards me. He gets about a cars length away, I'm hovering over my horn to warn him but he stops.
He pulled back forward half into the lane at about a 45 degrees so I pulled forward to pass but as I got level he jumped out of the car fffing and blinding and as I looked into my mirror confused he's standing in the road cussing, hopping mad shaking his fists. I burst out laughing and drove off.
I chuckled all the way home thinking;
A. What was he trying to do?
B. How was I supposed to know what he was trying to do?
C. What was he expecting me to do and why was he so angry
I've just put it down to Xmas rage / still in black eye Friday mode. If it was you, calm down (in the Harry Enfield Scouser accent).
Anyone else had any rage related incidents this Christmas?
I came out of my Ma's at Silksworth just after 12 to drive home to get changed for the match. Drove past the Comrades club turned right into the narrow street, as always lots of cars parked on the right, my right of way of the left.
I get about 50 yards up the road and there's this about 30 year old bloke doing a turning manoeuvre involving the back lane. I stopped a couple of car lengths from the back lane and eventually he starts reversing down the road towards me. He gets about a cars length away, I'm hovering over my horn to warn him but he stops.
He pulled back forward half into the lane at about a 45 degrees so I pulled forward to pass but as I got level he jumped out of the car fffing and blinding and as I looked into my mirror confused he's standing in the road cussing, hopping mad shaking his fists. I burst out laughing and drove off.
I chuckled all the way home thinking;
A. What was he trying to do?
B. How was I supposed to know what he was trying to do?
C. What was he expecting me to do and why was he so angry
I've just put it down to Xmas rage / still in black eye Friday mode. If it was you, calm down (in the Harry Enfield Scouser accent).
Anyone else had any rage related incidents this Christmas?