Posted 08 May 2011 - 03:58 PM
So, driving home from work, some deckhead decided to sit so far up my arse on the motorway, i could feel his breath on the back of my neck, in a pimped out five litre AU falcon with chromies.
Then there was an L plater in front of me. So, I had to brake. Not that I wanted to. I just bought my mum some flowers from my local florist, down the road from Work, and as a result from the braking, it tipped the box of flowers over, spilling water all over the carpet. Not. Happy. At. All. (if I had a shotgun in the car, I'd be loading shells at this point).
Old mate in the AU locked up, nose dived... regained. switched lanes, overtook me and the sunday learner, and hurled abuse at me as he roared past. I flipped him the bird.
I took my exit, and old mate takes it too. Get to a set of lights, and he starts. (I'm already in a foul mood...)
"Why did you flip me the bird?"
"Why were you so far up my arse? Did you get a good view of my tonsils from back there?"
"I was ages away mate"
"You're meant to have a three second gap, and there was an L-plater in front of me, you flippin' chooch. Tell me, is your mother proud of someone like you?"
Lights go green, and we both make our turn. He starts hurling some Neanderthal-like abuse, (he looked Italian or Maltese) and starts driving like a hero in his five litre manual AU.
I hit the gas. I was pulling away ever so slightly on 9psi. I was in a crabby mood, so I hit the switch.
Needle shot up to 20psi.
the sled moved past and away from him like he was standing still, sitting there, making a cacophony of valvetrain eight cylinder noise.
I had to make a right hand turn, so I slowed down to a stop and put my indicator on. Waiting for a suitable gap, old mate catches up the half odd kilometre, drives past me, lower jaw still flaccid. No abuse from him, just shock and awe.
Yes. You got served.
Nik - Thank you. I appreciate it.
Nick - You're getting funnier. But you're not that funny yet. Keep trying. Not here though.