I do not
consider myself to be an aggressive motorist. Indeed I am, for most of the
time, a model of courtesy and consideration towards other road users. However, although I am not given to shouting
at (the increasing number of) people who irritate me with their careless,
thoughtless or ignorant driving habits, I must admit that I do often ‘talk’ to
them. Not directly you understand - they are in their tinware and I am in my
40-50 (but please don’t think I am influenced by this disparity). They cannot
hear my words of disapproval etc., which is probably a good thing!
“No,
no, no madam, that is not the way to navigate a roundabout”.
“Oh
come on Grandad, get a move on”. (This from someone rather nearer to his 80th
birthday than he would like!)
“Be
patient laddie, it’s the little car in front that is holding us all up, not
me”.
“What
a stupid place to park!”
And so on. I suppose it releases tension.
Far better than the reaction I witnessed in Liverpool. A disgruntled driver
caught up with his tormentor at the lights, got out of his car armed with a
heavy cosh and smashed the driver’s window of the other car and would have gone
on to worse things had not the victim shot off through the red light!
I will stick to muttering!
Poop. Poop.
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